This week, I needed to dash up North unexpectedly to support family, so I’ve found a substitute substacker to bring you some words. I discovered them while passing the time in the strange gaps between hospital visiting hours by doing one of my favourite things: browsing the messages on old postcards in charity/vintage shops. In a lovely vintage shop in Northallerton, I picked up a big stack of old postcards and shuffled them (writing side up) until I found a suitable replacement writer.
Friends, I bring you: Horace & Phyllis, with their masterclass in how to pen the perfect Bank Holiday postcard and live in the present moment.
See you next week,
Pip