June 2025

It began with maps. Not the elegant kind with counties and coastlines, but street plans — of cholera outbreaks. Circles drawn around contaminated pumps, black lines through alleyways, whole neighbourhoods marked by illness and death. I’d been reading about London’s last great cholera epidemic in 1866, and I kept wondering what happened to the children […]

Finding Eliza: writing Threads of Love It began with steam — thick, clinging, and rising from a row of copper tubs in a London washhouse. I kept returning to that image: a young woman standing barefoot on wet stone, sleeves rolled, her hands raw from scrubbing. Not glamorous. Not romantic. Just real. And quietly powerful.