Buda and Pest

I must say, Budapest is such a charming place, I absolutely loved it. The people were so helpful and friendly and the city is beautiful, clean and safe. I was struck by the differences between Buda and Pest. Buda is the historical side of the river, and is hilly, whereas Pest is flat and the life and soul. Both are…

The leaving of Liverpool

Christmas lights in Liverpool. I’m off to Budapest on Friday guys, it will be good to escape our awful weather. I’m looking forward to sightseeing and a little shopping at the Christmas markets there, it has to be more interesting than dragging my carcass around the city center in this dismal weather. Having said that, apparently it will be snowing…

Surviving the dark months

The weather has been utterly hideous around here, endless, vicious hail, rain and freezing winds. Truly gruesome. Sadly, despite Billy-bob and Bella’s best attempts, their second chick died. It was simply born too late. Such a shame though. How fragile is life? Quick  update, I’m so glad to see the back of the builder, he did a good job, for a…

A season for everything

I’d like to thank you all for your caring comments on my last post. I do appreciate you. Thank you, Kitty, for your endless support, kindness and understanding, and for this beautiful book. It is such a peaceful read; a real gem, the kind of book you constantly go back to. How well you know me. Special thanks too, go…

Rest in peace, gentle sister of mine.

An inspired musician, composer and artist. So loving, loyal, compassionate, sensitive, strong, brave and wise. A person in possession of such extraordinary dignity and grace. Now  you are free from suffering and pain. In a world that can often seem dull and bland, you brought colour, vibrancy and a touch of magic. Despite everything you always lived, rather than existed,…

Life goes on

The house looks like a building site, and men constantly tramp through it, but apart from that, life goes on…. Chloris kindly sent me some seeds, what joy, seeds always put a smile on my face. I already have a Chloris corner, where plants she has sent me in the past are now thriving! I dream of having a garden…

Feathers from heaven

Ponte Vecchio bridge, Florence We began our holiday in Florence, and then jumped a train or three to Manziana, a small town about thirty miles from Rome, where we’d booked to stay for six nights. It became a little hairy at this point, as we’d just picked up an email from the landlady, who was under the impression we were…

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