Rachel Clare
Nothing transforms an outdoor space like magical, mood-setting lighting, but who likes hanging lights up? Not me. In fact, one set of lights was harmed in the writing of this story. There I was, balanced precariously up a ladder trying to tie festoon lights to the fence in our backyard, shouting to my partner, Jacob, at the other end of the string, “I need you to do this. I’m not a tall person! This is hard for me!” and the string of lights snapped in two, and that was that.
After I realised that,
