Today I was on the same beach I frolicked on almost 30 years ago. Those heady, carefree days I spent topless, chasing a frisbee, unaware that my pert little orbs were flying free. My svelte, flawless, bronzed body, glided across the ochre coloured sands and dived effortlessly into the Atlantic rollers. Occasionally, I would lie... Continue Reading →
YI’m part way through Ruby Wax’s book How To Be Human and many things have already resonated with me, apart from enjoying the fluid, funny and fulfilling way she writes when tackling sensitive subjects. Chapter 3, Emotions has really drawn me in. I have always been fascinated by our emotions and how they work. Through... Continue Reading →
Yesterday was a day for making new friends and saving a life. After a lazy morning getting my teeth into Ruby Wax's words of wisdom we headed out for a, very, late lunch and found a note sellotaped to our hire car. We stopped, listened and the voice of a, very, small cat was coming... Continue Reading →
I am much better than I used to be when it comes to switching off and I believe Qigong has helped me to achieve that. Since I became a student, I am a much calmer person, so kicking off my shoes and switching in to relax mode has never been so easy. 😉 In the... Continue Reading →
I've done a fair amount of travelling in my time, although a fair amount is never enough when it comes to travel. I've experienced long and short haul delays. I've been grounded when aircraft have gone techie. I've been subjected to impossible fellow travellers and have taken it all in my stride. It's just part... Continue Reading →
My 'reading list' is a stacked-up, teetering tower of books crying out to be read. Not forgetting what's on my Kindle, which includes The Blue Hour a collection of short stories by fellow writers group member, Dreena Collins and The Poppy Field by another Jersey author, Deborah Carr. And, there are those 'Dulcie Domum' books by Sue Limb I really want to re-read... so, will two weeks be long enough? I will give it my best shot.
The truth is that I knew very little about Albert Lee, but his gig at the Jersey Opera House last week was a part of his ongoing and gruelling tour in what is his 76th year, which speaks volumes. Just looking at the dates and the venues spread around the world makes me feel tired.
I was unceremoniously woken by a clap of thunder. When I looked out of my bedroom window, Storm Miguel was battering my peonies and the rest of the garden, which was shaping up to be our best horticultural endeavour ever.
Just shy of 4 years and 3 title changes... I'm getting there. #iamwriting