Last weekend…Perfect! I caught the train from Southampton Central, to Waterloo, London on Friday and walked over the Thames and along the embankment to my daughter’s work place. Once there, I sat quietly in the rather grand foyer. She answered my “I’m here!” txt and after a short while, watching the hustle and bustle of … More Tate- à-Tate
Sweet Blog serves dozens Ingredients: 1 cat left for a year or two to enlarge 1 epic movie full of ‘beautiful people’ 1 ‘diamond of the Sea’ dazzling and bright 1 antique chaise longue 1 ill-fated ship 1 English city Recipe: Place cat on chaise longue in a sunny New Zealand conservatory and leave to … More “Jack, paint me like one of your French girls.”
All seven of us filed into the van; the youngest thirteen the oldest, ninety-two. We hailed from France, New Zealand and Scotland; three in the very back, two occupying the middle seats and my husband and I at the helm in the front. We were ready! Before long we were on the ferry sailing to … More Oh Britannia!
My husband and I, our four daughters and our baby son gathered around the breakfast bar in our small, but newly renovated kitchen, Devonport, New Zealand in 2001. Up for discussion? What has God got for our lives going forward. We had spent eight busy years in Gisborne, where the last three of our daughters … More Southampton Bargate 165/850
Don’t like to brag, but I think my two sons and I were the first small party to hit the Marwell’s Zany Zebra Summer Art Trail here in Southampton, UK, last July 2016 Hmm! you know what they say pride comes before a fall!…and that brings me to my confession. But first… The morning was … More Southampton’s Summer Art Trail
My parents flew back to New Zealand last night. My dad in his early nineties and my mum in her late eighties, supported by a walking stick apiece, yet looking many years younger than their passports tell. They had lived with us here in our home in Southampton, England for four months, arriving some five … More Flaming June
Last week my husband and I were locking up our Victorian terrace here in Southampton. If you know much about terraced houses in the UK, you’ll know that the houses were built with each pair reflecting each other. Meaning each door is about 300mm apart from the neighbours! On occasions, as you can guess, … More Lurking in Our Neighbour’s Garden