I write essays, recipes and notes from a small harbour town, and post whenever something is worth keeping.

Hello. This is The Pixel, a small corner of the internet kept by hand. It started as a way of remembering what I had cooked, and it got out of control.

What you will find here

• Essays, long thoughts on small things.
• Kitchen, recipes that survived real weeknights.
• Slow Travel, second-class tickets and no itinerary.
• Books, what I read and what stayed with me.
• Photographs, mostly light, mostly by accident.
• Notes to Self, small reminders, kept in public.

How this blog works

There is no schedule. I post when I have something I would want to read again in five years, which is roughly twice a month. There are no sponsors, no affiliate links and no pop-ups asking you to reconsider.

I would rather write one thing I still like than ten things I can no longer remember.

Everything is written at the kitchen table, usually badly the first time. The photographs are mine unless they say otherwise, and most of them are of weather.

A few facts

• I live above a bakery, which is exactly as good as it sounds.
• I have owned four mugs since 2023.
• I have walked out of one career and most of a decade.
• I answer every email, eventually.

Say hello

If something here made you think of someone, send it to them. If it made you think of something else, tell me about it. And there is a letter once a month, if you would like these in your inbox.

The Pixel is a fictional blog. Everything here is sample content for a website template.