1927/15th July 2023 One should always keep an eye on the sky. Even on a grey day. When I think of Mum, I see her in a garden. Some of her homes didn't have one. Then she had to be satisfied with window boxes and potted plants. She occupied the extra time with sewing and … Continue reading Where to next?
2000/7th July 2023 Despite ominous peals of thunder and some impressive clouds late yesterday, we did not get a drop of rain. But the oppressive heat has abated. Our wild garden is much happier. But according to the weather oracle, we must brace for a cold front bringing flooding rain! . The pink tinges of … Continue reading No going back
Kep, Cambodia Feeling uninspired, I told myself to pick a random photograph to write about. Which led to some weeding out. Why on earth do I keep all these? I asked myself, over and over. This one brought me to a stop. The first time I saw this image, it was like seeing a ghost. … Continue reading Before
Hudson River, Stillwater, NY 8th May 2023 With political problems becoming ever more complicated in 1962, after six years in South East Asia, my parents sent me to boarding school back in England. How they selected a school run by Catholic nuns, I'm not sure but that is where I spent the next two years. … Continue reading School days
6th May 2023 It took a while, but I've found the answer. Jaundice, I'd decided. I must have jaundice to be seeing such a yellow world. No. It's all those dandelions. The world is yellow. . When they turn to seed, the world will be white again. God help anyone who is allergic. There have … Continue reading Why?
1848/22nd September 2022 Good memories and bad , in my experience anyway, are often intertwined. It had never occurred to me until this morning. We have one of those fine Fall days of scattered cloud and warm sunny intervals with just the hint of a chill in the blustery wind. A perfect day to attend … Continue reading Home?
Out looking at fresh snow Boxing Day 2020 Not knowing quite how to spend the the hours, yesterday, I thought back to a long-ago Christmas and decided to write about it. This is how it turned out: Toward the end of 1959, my father got word of a new posting from his employer, UNESCO. At … Continue reading A Christmas story
Thanks for the long road I have travelled It may seem a little strange, but I am thankful to have been born in 1948. WW2 had been over, almost 3 years when I was born. But we lived in London till I was 8 and the wreckage was still very evident when I was a … Continue reading Tuesday thanks
Ta Phrom, Angkor, Cambodia For something different, today I decided to post some of my dad's photographs and a short extract from my memoir of Angkor. Giant treesNandi, The BullThe Bayon 12th CenturyOne of the gates to Angkor Thom It was so still, there among the giant trees that were consuming the ruins of Angkor. … Continue reading Treasured memory
After dark, the sea grew angry, boiling and raging and tearing at the beach as if it was trying to drag us into the turmoil. The fishermen wanted my mother and I to get into their small boat, to sail around the island searching for my father who had not returned after many hours, from … Continue reading “Day” trip