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The disappointment of missing a trip to Gran Canaria’s capital, Las Palmas, due to a stomach upset was superseded by wonder with an outing to the island’s mountainous region the following day.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...
The Tenants of Berry Pomeroy Castle
England’s most haunted castle has been imprinted in my mind since discovering it two years ago. Mr Word Loft and I had been travelling from Dartmouth late one afternoon and Berry Pomeroy was closed. I’m...
Seashells Forever
I’ve always loved shells, and have collected and photographed them, so it was inevitable that I would write a poem about them as well. Imagine my delight this week to see The Gift of Shells...