November in the Cinque Terre
The skies are blue, the sun hot, the shadows cold and the nights crisp. The Cinque Terre is settling down for the winter. Shops and restaurants are beginning to shut down. We, and our American visitors, are amongst the last
Halloween is coming!
We live in fear, haunted by the prospect of the imminent budget of the Orwellian-Cromwellian Socialist Crusaders- ‘Let them eat vegetables!’ Cri du coeur. 1789 Just sayin’… These days, a 6am a sleepless night is not disturbed by birds waking
Sleepy autumn in the Surrey Hills
One minute we were chopping cucumber and strawberries for a late summer Pimms. The next it was sunflower bouquets and homemade cakes-all to quietly celebrate another birthday, another decade of perfect days slipping into sunsets and starry nights, a new
Tuscan Bugs
At home with wasps, bugs and the spice of life Whiney Bastard Stripey Bastard Bitey Bastard Blood sucking Bastard I now have a monumental lump on my thigh, matched only by the collection of savage bites inflicted by horse-flies. This
Ferragosto, starlit wine tasting and Segrettos
The scent of burnt lavender, the itch of the cicada song and the gurgles of the pool.
Hope Town, Elbow Cay, The Bahamas- Pirates, Island girls and Conchs
Our feet sank into the sugary pinks sands, footprints immediately washed away by foaming shallow wavelets.