Knowing the ‘yeah, let’s meet at my place’ in London has proved more difficult than I thought. For years I kept searching for my hangout place – love loads of them, but 2016 meet you in the city spot has
A follower of blogs by gifted writers, I was curious to read a women in Paris mention that, in all her fourteen years of living there, had not seen the Autumn as vivid as this year. I was not alone
What the F … happened to Summer! Still waiting to wear the Sandals, and as for the bikini (what is that again?) – I have been duped. Come to think of it I can count three days of complaining
Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. It has to be said. I am a sucker for musicals. Growing up in the Free State, the drive-in was a regular haunt for our family – remember those? In particular was this thing. Once
Sunday afternoon in Wimbledon Village, come rain or shine, is when families and loved ones take to the Common. With dogs. There must be more dogs in the Village than the whole of London. These furry friends are welcome
To describe a Summer’s afternoon in London? We are overwhelmed by the sultry, option of single layered clothing to begin with. Still packing the cardie, just in case, as habit for a change in the weather is always constant.
There are many unsung heroes in our world. I have seen them in South Africa, individuals of seemingly little importance, putting menial skills they have to creating a better life. For others. Scraps of pension to feed grandchildren, weak
I always begin my tours as a Garden guide at the magical Ham House with: ‘ Have any of you been here before? Good, then I can tell you just about anything and you will take my word