Taking a break from holiday postings for a moment, I feel compelled to make comment on recent events. The sickening lurch I get every time I...Read More
I guess we’re all a mish-mash physical mix of our ancestry. Pure-blood usually means in-bred, which as any biologist, geneticist or dog bree...Read More
Continuing the ramblings I wrote while on holiday in France ------ It’s surely not a good sign when you notice there is a small puddle under...Read More
A single standing stone can’t help but bring out the pagan hippy in me - the desire to reach out and touch it, lean against it, or even clam...Read More
On a warm summer’s evening in Brittany, where else would you want to eat your dinner but outside on the patio, seated at a cheap plastic tab...Read More
“Bonjour, mademoiselle! Wheat cwarsonts, silvoo play.” I smiled sweetly. “Huit?” “Wee. Oh and er… du pan… la” I said gesturing to a large ra...Read More