As I was saying when the first draft of this post was so rudely and prematurely published, I am learning to use my wonderful technology… Sub-titled “A poet’s journey,” Walking Home appealed to me as a walker with a bit of interest in England’s long distance paths. As it was written in prose, I was willing…
I haven’t been posting much recently, due to spending a lot of time helping my mother, who is not well. I’ve been sorting and cleaning at her place and happened upon a little novel by Evelyn Waugh that caught my eye. This book is roughly the same age as I am, but it is in…
This is a sequel to my post from Australia where we watched one daughter do a triathlon – Next time we should walk to the triathlon. Being back at home we decided to drive yet again to participate with our other lovely daughter, who was signed up for the Vancouver half-marathon. We had to set the alarm for…
I’ve been quite pleased with myself (“chuffed”, as they say) in my ongoing day dreams. People pretend to be quite impressed by my experience and plans for the Camino in Spain, and I enjoy that. However, I recently learned about an acquaintance who is now on a SERIOUS walk that puts my plans to shame. Her adventure goes above…
I am l learning how to “Share” on WordPress and found this good article to practice on. http://m.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-22028316
The 750 m swim, 20 km bike ride, and 5 km run were the easy parts, at least for the accompanying persons! We got off to a bad start on exiting the tight turn in the driveway. With a bicycle and 3 adults in a tiny car, visibility was not optimal and the driver’s mind…
You know how summer cottages are – the home for cast off furniture and family flareups of both the incendiary and emotional kind. We spent the weekend at the cottage of some family friends. Everyone was encouraged to create a piece of art. (Disclaimer: The following account is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to…
The wine-producing Clare Valley drew my attention and gave me some ideas for my online identity. The main building at the small Clare airfield welcomes arrivals with two portapotties. I don’t think I’ll use the following photo as my blog avatar. Since it was midweek, the day trippers and weekenders from Adelaide were absent. That…
Seeing Clarely 