Cotehele in the Winter
It is magical – I was so pleased to return to Cornwall’s Cotehele, especially while the grand Christmas Garland was still festooning the great hall. The house has just closed until March for refurbishment, so...
Going to See Santa Claus
Hearing my grandson’s excited account of visiting Father Christmas at our local garden centre, reminded me of my childhood experiences of meeting the legendary gift bearer. In the 1960s, we queued for ages outside snow-decorated...
Mountainside Splendour
The disappointment of missing a trip to Gran Canaria’s capital, Las Palmas, due to a stomach upset was superseded by wonder with an outing to the island’s mountainous region the following day. The territory is...
The Magic of December
Decking the house for Christmas, and opening the first door of my Advent calendar yesterday reminded me of my blog post Four Candles, from a few years ago about the fun my family had making...
The Curious Little Desert in Europe
The dunes gleamed, undulating, the bedforms rippled and resplendent. I had glimpsed them from another vantage point on my first excursion at Maspalomas de Playa across the nature reserve and lagoon, but from the Playa...
From Port to Port
It excelled. After reading so many good reviews about Puerto de Mogan, Gran Canaria, Mr Word Loft and I boarded a bus early one morning, and on arrival there, we were enchanted as we walked...
Sand, Sea and Pigeons – Maspalomas
It’s been a hectic year and we needed reenergising, so headed off to the sun for ten days. At short notice, Mr Word Loft booked a holiday in Gran Canaria. Neither of us had been...
Pretty as a Picture
Was I in the right place? I asked myself when suddenly my phone pinged. ‘You have just driven right by me.’ It was a message from Mr Word Loft, whom I had missed waiting for...
Little Chapel on the Headland
It was a decisive “Yes, let’s go,” from me when Rame Head was suggested as a location for an afternoon stomp. The wild and dramatic landscape was one of the first Cornish places I visited...
Going to the Zoo
I started writing about a special celebration, and suddenly, the lyrics and a tune from my childhood began buzzing around in my head. Sung by a female artist, but I couldn’t recall her name. Thank...