Nerys Watts 💙

@AdeTinniswood @fotofacade Thanks so much for the reminder of this completely wonderful photo!!

@fotofacade @NerysW

✨ A few years back I stood outside Wells Cathedral for a full day and photographed the impact of the light on the front facade. I was amazed at the outcome - at how a single entity could morph and change under the changing light. 🌅 #thread

Just added to my Etsy shop: 🌿a final small print run of my 2026 calendars 🪶my individually handmade recycled silver jewellery designs (incl intricate casts of real flowers) 🌸limited edition mounted art prints of my photos 💐a few remaining tiny posy mental health kits Last orders in my shop for delivery in time for🌲will be 19th November etsy.com/uk/shop/silver…

My Victorian ink bottle posy kits are now listed in my Etsy shop-link below They include: ✒️an antique ink bottle - you can choose your design 💐a tiny posy of dried flowers 🧠a booklet explaining the neuroscience of how & why this kit can improve mental health, how to create tiny posies & a brief history of Victorian ink bottles 📔stationery extras If you're in the US I'm prioritising your shipping to avoid new tariffs introduced by-we all know who👎 etsy.com/uk/shop/silver…

@MichaelCla62251 @AnneLouiseAvery Sounds like a wonderful friend, who got it just right.

@NerysW @AnneLouiseAvery Saw interview with Richard E Grant. A friend started bringing food to the house whilst his wife was dying. Gave him space to care He said "Don't say "let me know if you need anything?" Just turn up." "Let me know if you need anything" is just adding another burden.

There is a death of sorts in the moments after being diagnosed with cancer. The self you were before is torn and blasted with the suddenness of a dozen mines, the heavy sword of Damocles is roped and hung, your own thin ghost steps forward from the shadows. It feels like being hurled, with scarcely a moment to gather your pack, onto a fast boat-train to the Western Front; your very particular War commencing in a precise, organised military fashion with the long-postings of appointments, and then the day-by-day soldiering of blood tests, injections, surgeries, PICC lines, Central lines, the fierce dull drip-drip-drip of chemotherapy and the bustle and airline-leather chairs and bright nurse-jollity of the oncology suites, and the arching radiotherapy machines like vast dark booming angelic beings, all the time guided by luck, or lack of it, the skill, or lack of it of your medical commanders, and the resources, or lack of them, of your particular department, hospital, trust. And as in the trenches, you have your companions in the mud and the bombardment and rat-infested dug-outs. They are the only ones who can possibly understand, who will ever understand; the only souls who have felt the same mortal loneliness, the same monstrous visceral night-fears, the same unimaginable pain of imagining your children's future grief, of long, long lives lived without you, the same swells of hope and despair and pragmatism. They are the only ones who have suffered the same onslaught of nausea and ulcers and stomach cramps and burning acid and strappado bone pain and the giddy sleepless jittered fairground ride of steroids, the amputations and the raw red puckered scars and the irreversible pin-and-needle nerve damage, and the same urgent need to never, ever talk of it, the same urgent need to talk of nothing else, to be endlessly vigilant, to check, check every twinge and headache and joint pain and cough. But they too have felt the bright glittering patches of levity and unexpected, uncharted beauty of the journey, the sound of lark-song over the cratered fields. For this is the strange serpentine gift of cancer – the dull scales fall away and our brief golden flight through the mead-hall of the world in all its wonderment and horror is revealed. Everything which is unnecessary falls away, and only truth and love and the brief eternal present remain.

I don't think I've come across a place that captures so evocatively the memory of the past within the fabric, as the sea of steps at Wells Cathedral. #thread #throwbackthursday

Back in 1979, The Front Garden showcased three gardeners extraordinaire - Mrs Barnes who tended a graveyard garden in Castleton, Derbyshire and Mr & Mrs Harrison, torch-bearers to Capability Brown at the majestic Brocklesby Park in North Lincolnshire.

It’s that time of year - people asking us about #bumblebees - WHY THEY’RE SEEING THEM ON THE GROUND - so here’s a thread to explain what they’re up to. Please #retweet. Every #queen that survives means a new colony that gets to exist & produce new queen #bees for next year! So this is important to share. Thank you. 1/9

Lots done this weekend, lovely time with family and friends and was so delighted to spend some time in the garden planting this afternoon. Birds singing, daffodils and blossom blooming. I am lucky.

@heritage_lizzie I’m so sorry, Lizzie. They leave a big hole I know - she was lucky to be so loved and we’re lucky to have these wonderful friends and characters in our lives x

Yesterday I lost my best friend of 19 years, peacefully & on my lap where she belongs. She was a colleague, zoom-crasher & loud vocalist known to many. Joy-giver, champion-cuddler, bringer of peace, faithful friend. Off to Narnia my little Spice. I’ll meet you by the lamppost 🐈‍⬛

@jemimalaing Belated happy birthday!! What a great cake 🤩

Thank you! Came home to a lovely pistachio cake 🎂

We’ve had an incredible first weekend back open - thanks to the hundreds of you who came along and shared in the excitement! As you rediscover the museum, let us know your favourite spot in the galleries. We’re now open 10-4 every day, and entry is free for under 18s.

This is how it's done

London. A meaningful and warm meeting with Prime Minister @Keir_Starmer. During our talks, we discussed the challenges facing Ukraine and all of Europe, coordination with partners, concrete steps to strengthen Ukraine’s position, and ending the war with a just peace, along with robust security guarantees. A principled statement of support from the Prime Minister and an important decision: today, in our presence, Ukraine and the United Kingdom signed a Loan Agreement. This loan will enhance Ukraine’s defense capabilities and will be repaid using revenues from frozen Russian assets. The funds will be directed toward weapons production in Ukraine. This is true justice – the one who started the war must be the one to pay. I thank the people and government of the United Kingdom for their tremendous support from the very beginning of this war. We are happy to have such strategic partners and to share the same vision of what a secure future should look like for all. 🇺🇦🇬🇧

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Just taking a moment to be happy that it’s that time of year again.

@DavidBflower I am so so sorry. I know what a terrible loss it is. X

My mother died today.

@HBW_LeedsCastle @WaterlooSunset @LorcanBonser Happy birthday!! 🥂🍾🥂

Lovely birthday afternoon tea with @WaterlooSunset & @LorcanBonser with yummy Raspberry & Lemon Yogurt Loaf

I won’t lie, just had one of the best weekends of my life.

Look at those happy faces! Midnight tomorrow is your deadline … 🏆