I could live in a cave
When Sydney gets too much I mumble darkly about leaving. ‘I’ll go and live in a field if I have to!’ Clyde waits for the storm to pass while I … Continue reading
November 24, 2016 · 8 Comments
AFRIKAH-KAH-KAH!
The sound of a tent being unzipped is the same the world over. I could be in North Wales or Cornwall, Devon or Gloucestershire. I could even be in Broken … Continue reading
November 6, 2014 · 8 Comments
A pudding is off to the Palace!
In the flurry of last minute packing I’d almost forgotten they were due to arrive. Even the sight of a familiar red parcel, left at the front door the day … Continue reading
October 30, 2014 · 15 Comments
Strawberries in the Desert 
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