Wine, Women, Song and Easter Eggs

Easter Sunday. Our Easter egg hunt wasn’t the best ever. Our egg was on the floor of Jules’s car where it had been since Monday and none of us really had the heart to do conduct our usual race up and down the breakwater and into various strangers’ gardens in search of bonkers clues, at…

Postcard from Limbo

The seagulls get up early here. Just as the bit of the dawn chorus without the baleful yellow eye and the razor sharp beak is warming up for its subtle and mellow performance they start to drone like giant recorders played by six year olds, drowning it all out. We’ve been in North Wales for…

Goodbye 173

I’m sitting in the November dusk. It’s been a day of firsts. I dressed my first crab. I sent my 9 year old out for his first unaccompanied bike ride around the village and I walked into a bank and paid in a cheque for thousands and thousands of pounds. Sadly it wasn’t mine. The…