Emma (for Jane)

She traces her finger over dark polished narrowboats: maroon, forest green, mustard yellow, deep red. “My life,” she explains, (bright red lips, bright red nails) “is lived out on my boat, making art; making food.” Then she leads us through to her Garden of Dreams – chairs are comically small; empty frames; engraved wood and

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The Floating Supper Club

Last night my wonderful friend Jane Howard took me on the most magical (double) date ever. We went to eat delicious dinner on Emma Freemantle’s narrowboat, moored in Lisson Grove… It felt like we were in the countryside. Such a beautiful evening. I wrote a poem about it, which I’ll post separately… This was the

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