I'm a writer, a collector of folklore, and someone who has come to believe that enchantment is the thread running underneath everything worth living for.

I've spent years gathering the old stories, the ones carried in hedgerows and half-remembered by grandmothers, the ones that live in the pause before rain, in a robin's curious way of watching you back. I've also written and narrated my own, in the way I'd tell them to someone I loved, slowly, with the light left in.

Somewhere along the way, I realised that what I loved wasn't only collecting these things, but sharing them. The strange little discoveries, the stories, the things I've noticed on walks, the thoughts that arrive out of nowhere and send me down an entirely new rabbit hole. And even better than sharing them is hearing what other people have noticed too.

That's really where The Snug came from. I wanted somewhere we could gather around all of it; somewhere curiosity could lead the conversation. A place for old stories and new thoughts, for photographs from muddy walks, books we can't stop thinking about, questions we don't quite have answers for and those tiny moments that remind us how strange and lovely the world really is.

So come and join us. Bring whatever you've been noticing lately. There's a chair waiting for you.