One of the things I marvel at is my life on both sides of the pond. There are so many little differences we take for granted. For example, I was giving my dear friend my new address for the farm … Continue reading
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I was on my way to the London Library when I stepped across the street to capture an Iconic symbol of England, the phone box. The phone boxes are normally red, but there are black ones hanging about. I loved … Continue reading
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I was looking for an interesting door to photograph and the weather was, well just English. Sunny a few moments ago and now a very dark cloud was looming overhead. By chance I spied my downfall, a bookshop. One of … Continue reading
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Can you learn how to write? Learn how to be a novelist? Some say no, it’s an inborn talent. But even with an inborn talent there are tasks that all writers must endure. The muse must take a rest. For … Continue reading
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There’s nothing like going out there and coming back home! Alaska was fabulous. Some of my expectations were met head on. Lumberjacks are awesome! Very Awesome. It was a cruise, so I only saw a little part of Alaska, just … Continue reading
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It’s summer and that time of year that I get things done that I can’t bear to do in the winter. The winter with its grey sky, warm fireplaces, cosy pubs, brisk walks is the time of year that I … Continue reading
It’s a funny thing we do, we Brits, a baby arrives and it’s a Royal one to boot, so out charge the endless crowds of paparazzi, there is a baby watch, a rumour that Kate is at a certain hospital … Continue reading
Travelling is always such great fun and very awkward at times. I just got back from Holland and this trip reminded me again of how easy it is to pack too much clothing, or not have enough shoes. I got … Continue reading
Strange things happen in the city, I’m lucky that I have been spared quite a few of them. When the family lived in Primrose Hill, in London, the war was on. My father was only a young boy when he … Continue reading
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