Hmmm, That Smells Good

Lockdown, Week 11 in England. My son and his three teenage daughters were arguing amongst themselves about who was the better cook. Each professed themselves as being much better than the other. My daughter-I-law, relishing the idea of a few days’ free from having compete domain of the kitchen, said “Why don’t you all cookContinue reading “Hmmm, That Smells Good”

Through The Looking Glass, Lockdown Style During Covid-19

Early January 2020, my son’s entry on Facebook reads: “Third of January and so far we have had air-strikes on prominent Iranian bases, general further destabilizing in the Middle East, apocalyptic fires in Australia, a potential terrorist stabbing in Paris, ethical veganism now a philosophical belief and the introduction of a fake steak bake byContinue reading “Through The Looking Glass, Lockdown Style During Covid-19”

Oxford, My City of Dreamy Spires

My first memory of this beautiful city was back in 1966. I had taken a train from London, where my future husband was waiting to meet me. He had secured a job in Oxford, having moved down there himself from the north of England. We walked from the train station excitedly chatting and not reallyContinue reading “Oxford, My City of Dreamy Spires”

Introduction to Camino de Santiago, 2013

Two weeks into our ride, we were both exhausted and at that time, pretty disillusioned. I had sent off a quick message to my son, my sister and one of my grandchildren. Only my granddaughter replied: You can’t give up now, you’ve reached your halfway mark. Please don’t give up, you can do this. JustContinue reading “Introduction to Camino de Santiago, 2013”