We took a short pre-Christmas break to Devon and Cornwall this week, staying at a lovely country hotel in the village of Lifton, arriving in weak winter sunshine. We had booked the dogs in too, a dog-friendly fishing hotel although, at this time of year, I wouldn’t...
Paula has spent many happy and frustrating hours researching and documenting our family tree this past year. I’ve looked over her shoulder at times and thought that whilst one learns the names of past family members, the dates they were born, married and died,...
. Three mornings a week, Leah, Colin and Laura attend a ‘Boot Camp’ exercise class on the green above the beach. Run by a Navy PE instructor it’s a tough 45 minute workout I can personally vouch for from my vantage point at Leah’s apartment window, mug of tea in...
The next day we drove to Bournemouth to see Joanna Lumley in her one-woman show “It’s All About Me”. And it was. But before I review that I must talk about our lunch at a restaurant called The Crab, a Bournemouth seafood eatery, which was at one time, we...
When we go camping nowadays we don’t bother with the paraphernalia of cooking, stove, stand, gas cylinder, pots, pans, utensils, washing-up bowl, cutlery, seasoning, et al. Our children are grown, we can eat where and when we like, so we just take an electric kettle,...
Simpson’s in the Strand is one of London’s historic and iconic dining venues which I like very much, or at least, I did. I’ve been going there for years. Most of my career, in fact. I last went there on the day I retired, with the family. Entering a hallway through a...
