Into the deep (part two)

“It’s my nose.”, I cried plaintively, “It’s too big!”. I was standing in the baby pool with my children’s swimming teacher, whilst she regarded with me with the mix of patient resignation and mild frustration…

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En vacances

We have just returned from ten days in France staying in a friend’s house in the Languedoc. This was somewhat of a homecoming for me as the last time we visited this house was the…

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Five things I can tell you about weather

The old, the arthritic and the plated. We are the triumvirate of aches and pains. Members of this secret club have a hidden super power; we can predict the weather with just a twinge of…

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The high life

Last week was a week of setbacks both physical and emotional. I have been so optimistic about my new found mobility that I have perhaps overestimated my abilities. Early on in the week, when a…

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Port Eliot Festival

Granted my festival experiences are not exhaustive, but was there ever a more civilised festival than Port Eliot? 

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