‘In Memory of Beautiful Bett’, said the small plaque on the back of the wooden bench...
Category - Personal
England’s Charity Shops
When my child was born, one of the things my mum asked me was: ‘So, as she grows up are you...
Kozolec – Slovenia’s Traditional Hayrack Barns
As we were driving through the hilly, lush and unspoiled land of Slovenia – Europe’s...
Rain Over England
Well, I have been here less than 24 hours and I have already been drenched to the bones...
Christo’s The Floating Piers: Walking on Sunshine
This is the story of how we walked on water on Lake Iseo in Northern Italy. It was all made...
The Sweet Scent of the Linden Trees
On Monday this week I got ready for the day ahead, opened the front door and stepped over the...
Sad in Italy
It was very difficult to write down these thoughts. Especially on a sunny and happy day like today...
Chernobyl or the Policy of No Truth
As I was browsing through the headlines of my habitual online newspaper this morning, a small...
On Brelfies… The Classical Way
I really don’t know what all the fuss about breastfeeding is. I mean all the fuss made by...
Three Things Which Made My Blood Boil This Weekend
You know those little niggling things which can really drive you mad mainly because in the grand...
