Deborah Lawrenson

The summer I was fifteen I went up towards the mountains to Valensole for the lavender harvest. It was Marthe’s idea, she who persuaded our...

The fa ҫ ade and courtyard of our house face due south. On a sharp sunny day the trees etch complex outlines over the stone and render, lif...

Last week in Provence the colours of the landscape were mistily beguiling, from first light to wintry sunset. During the day the skies were...

I've had several enquiries through my website recently asking whether the Lavande de Nuit scent I wrote about in The Lantern is availab...

An exuberant burst of wild flowers to wish you Happy New Year - pure as fresh snow, new as the year. May all your hopes and dreams come tru...

Like many people around the world, I'll be listening later to the Carols and Readings from King's College, Cambridge which are so ...

“We are literally living the twelve days of Christmas. Last night was the seventh carol service, six grown-ups parties in a row, we have ...