Hilary Seabrook - writer, podcaster, musician

Until September last year, I walked to get somewhere. Now, I walk so the dog can run around, sniffing where any other dog may have been. Plenty of time to stand and stare.

A beautiful sunny morning. Hardly possible that it's nearly December.

News that album sales are higher than they've been for 18 years is unsurprising, given the retro appeal of the 12" image format. There's something decidedly attractive about the slim artwork that makes most albums. I have a selection of vinyl that I simply could never sell and Fleetwood Mac's 'Rumours' is one of those. Not the first album I bought, but among the first. Iconic songs and imagery. I also have this one on my wall - because the tiny part I played in it reminds me of my youth.

A frosty dog walk this morning. We've been so lucky with the weather this year, I'm really not complaining. The grass was crisp underfoot and not being able to wear gloves because of my sling was a little annoying, but that's as bad as it got. Threats of the snow that's hit the west cost of the US have yet to become reality.

Humility is all I have. I'm forgetting this last week. Life starts again here and now. Humility, inquiry and 'Humble Inquiry' is maybe all there is and all there should be. An interesting read.

Wish I'd videoed it. Learning how to shoot videos and need some help before I post any! Posted via my iPad

I retrieved these two volumes of the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary during a clear-out at the offices of AB. I have always thought of them as a pair and it was only when I looked closely at the spines that I realised they were different editions. One of the books was published in 1959 and one in 1964, the year AB was founded. I'm delighted to own these, to add to a ridiculous variety of dictionaries in my possession. My passion for words extends beyond their use in literature and to their definition. I also have to declare a love of homophones. Perhaps that makes me a homophonephiliac. I should look that up. So, if it's a pair of pears with its apostrophe, or their dog sitting over there where they're sitting, or even your dog who sits where you're sitting, I'm happy.

Sometimes, you just have to enjoy the sunshine after the rain. Posted via my iPad

There's something immediately awe-inspiring about the bright red of the poppies around the Tower of London as they are now sitting on a bed of autumn leaves. Moving.