Tate- à-Tate

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

“Jack, paint me like one of your French girls.”

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.”

Oh Britannia!

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!

Flaming June

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