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 …

Somewhat tongue in cheek, quirky and whimsical musings
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 …
The scent of burnt lavender, the itch of the cicada song and the gurgles of the pool.
Dreams, underwater wines inspired by shipwrecks and poetry.
Bumping into world class Tuscan artists and the visceral sculpture of Paolo Pelosini
There is something lascivious about a Lucchese hot chocolate.
I love seaside resorts out of season. Glistening seas, bright sunshine and rows of umbrellas all have the energy youth and summer love but it is out of season that you see the bones, the face of resorts without makeup, …
Beloved Pisa
Pigs might fly
In 2009, in the months before we met in person GS and I messaged by text. Somehow in that text environment we quickly became close, so close that I wasn’t sure if and when we actually met in person, the …
I cannot speak for successful writers nor published authors as I am neither. I am though a committed amateur. Nothing makes me happier that wafting around vacantly, doodling and looking for the perfect word whilst eroding a track to the …
After few lazy mornings enjoying the last of the sunshine and swatting mosquitos with The Bat of Death, we needed a mooch around Lucca.We usually park near the station and go in the Renaissance Porto San Pietro and are quickly …
We set off and crossed back over the border into Puglia, driving for hours until we crossed over into Molise. This was the stack of giant marshmallows and baby bottles which someone who shall remain nameless (GS) totally demolished. …
Road trip! Woohoo!
May in the Tuscan hills
But for one mermaid it was baptism, time to dance with the high strong churning waves again. The first swim of summer.