Julie Cotton

Sliding into 2022 with a banger for you, guys. By a banger, I mean I haven’t done anything this bizarre for a while, but they...

Please, won’t you come take a seat on my picnic blanket with me? I have prepared a memorable lunch for us on the beach, where...

Please place your arm on the table, for I am about to give you a short, sharp injection of happiness. A banger of colour, love...

Further to my last column, and before we were rudely interrupted by the Delta variant, I had promised to hatch out a rather ingenious and...

Perhaps I had been floating in a naive bubble, blissfully unaware of the world around me. My nose squished up against its steamy window, and...

A tossed blanket gently wafts to the floor like a softly falling autumn leaf. Raindrops pirouette on the tin roof as the thunder plays a...

I was ill-prepared for the profound sorrow I felt with the death of my husband’s main heading dog. In her last hours, lying next to...

Grand French couturier Madeleine Vionnet once said, “when a woman smiles her dress must smile with her”, and I could not agree more. I am...

Have you ever felt that intense explosion of happiness associated with opening a parcel that far exceeded your expectations? I experienced that rush the other...

Following on in the series of my non-farming career is my disastrous folly into “drafting out”. To be fair, I was a very willing participant...