I popped over for a short trip to Paris recently to catch up with my mother (who regularly visits France to see her family). As opportunities to catch up with either of my parents are rare these days, I booked us a lovely room in my favourite part of Paris; Rue Mouffetard in the Latin Quarter. ... Read the Post...
spirit places
One of the things I enjoy most about my UK village life are these woods. A small copse of remnant forest from the days when all of England was but a tangled woodland with a few clearings carved into the heart of it. Massive oaks, rare hornbeam trees and a glut of wild raspberries every summer, there was rarely a day that I don't make it down here with my hound. I'll be leaving soon and it's inevitable that a little piece of my heart will stay ... Read the Post...
summer in brighton
Despite the fact that the devastatingly hip town of Brighton is an embarrassingly short drive from where I live (about 90 minutes by lovely country back roads), I have only just got around to visiting recently. Considering how utterly full it is of awesome street art, amazing op-shops, wonderfully and imaginatively dressed folks, ultra cool cafes and bars, and a good portion of ex-Londoners who are leaving the increasingly unaffordable artist ... Read the Post...
foolish april
I'm a sucker for a cheap gimmick. For anyone that doesn't speak a lick of French, it's a play on 'chateauneuf' (Cat On Egg)If you don't know anything about wine either, then there's nothing I can do for you really. ... Read the Post...
