I am addicted to fountain pens and ink. I grew up reading the old classics all of which featured a heroine who was a girl (like me) who sat at her desk at the end…
Category: Coming Home
Coming Home – to places to write
In the corner of the Eyrie is my little white school desk. You know the sort. Standalone, wooden, an angled lid that lifts to reveal the contents of a stationery hoarder. Bottles of ink and…