Celebrating.
“What shall we do for your birthday?” I was asked, so I deliberated about a place with a lunch venue to suit all of our six ages that range from four to sixty-five. “How about...
The Barbican, Books and Beverages
I had a successful couple of hours in Plymouth’s Waterstones browsing and buying. I’m writing a new story and the purchases are ideal for accurate information about World War Two, but I need others with...
Waves of Pleasure
We couldn’t remember when we were at Newquay last when discussing where to go. “Probably on a family surfing day – about ten years ago,” Mr Word Loft spoke with a nostalgic look in his...
Musical Overtones
I felt a sense of belonging when there before and knew I must return. Coleton Fishacre is larger than the average home but not vast like many National Trust properties. I’m fascinated by grand treasures...
Twinkling Lights
Travelling down Devonport’s ferry hill with Torpoint across the river is always a happy sight, especially after a long stay away. It means – almost home, and on the last occasion, I was fortunate not...
On the Horizon
As one year ends and another begins, gazing over the sea towards the horizon is more thought-provoking than in any other season. Contemplating the last twelve months and dreaming of good times to come, breathing...
All Sorts of Cake
Having made Christmas cakes over the years since being at school, I thought it was time for a change from the fruity sort or Rocky Road Yule log. I still have fond memories of the...
The Wonder of Christmas Trees
Thanks to Queen Victoria marrying Albert Prince Consort in 1840, the Christmas tree has become a festive icon after he introduced it to the Royal family from his home country, Germany. Its success became widespread...
Four Candles
Always open to different ideas, I was thrilled to welcome a new festive tradition to our household. Especially as it originates from 16th century Germany, a country sonorous with Christmas splendour and customs. I looked...
Dizzy Heights
“Can we walk across the bridge one day, Nanna?” my little companion asked. “What a good idea,” I replied. I often drive between Devon and Cornwall on the Tamar Bridge with my four-year-old grandson. We...