Rampaging in the Borders
Once upon a time, the tiny village of Norham was on the front line. You can tell by the way … Continue reading Rampaging in the Borders
Once upon a time, the tiny village of Norham was on the front line. You can tell by the way … Continue reading Rampaging in the Borders
We are in the habit, my mum and I, of taking a constitutional vacation in sunny climes around late September, … Continue reading Florence in the rain
We knew only two things about Romania before we flew there last Friday. Firstly, that it would be very hot. … Continue reading At home in the unknown: a wedding in Romania
Sometimes serendipity barges her way in with her wanton claims that this was meant to be. I would like to … Continue reading En vacances, part 5: Hitting the Atlantic Wall
The emerald waters of the Charente smooth their way through the town of Cognac, a pleasant breeze from the river … Continue reading En vacances, part 4: The one about a Scotsman, an Englishman and a Frenchman …
What is it about the French? They can, with absolute certainty, lay claim to the highest standards in western European … Continue reading Les vacances, part 3: France sublime and ridiculous
There’s no denying it. I’m a total coward. Here we are, in the heart of oyster country and I haven’t … Continue reading En vacances, part 2
The cats in Mornac sur Seudre don’t like to be disturbed. They fall into two categories: total feardies ever ready … Continue reading En vacances, part 1
The rain batters the skylight in the bathroom, the sky a heavy, sullen grey. We could be at home, but … Continue reading Raining in paradise