Finding My Writer’s Muse.

We had an “at home” day yesterday. I had some hideous home furnishings project I had to finish, and Nick had some work to do “on the computer”. Ever the dutiful wife I politely asked him what he was doing, and ever the impolite husband he retorted. “You wouldn’t understand” He was bang on the…

Why I love France: They Say It With Food.

I am in the midst of my Sunday morning trawl through the blogsphere, and I have just read Jaqueline’s Brown’s delightful French Village Diaries. As a fellow foodie, Jacqui has posted up a lovely piece on Chandeleur – or French Pancake Day. For those that know me, I hate Winter, and refer to it sullenly…

Notes From Far Away: Two Armies.

Feeling relieved that unlike Humpty Dumpty, I had indeed avoided a great fall off the Great Wall, I woke up the following day a little saddened that this was to be our last day in Beijing. We were to return on the 4pm train, and once back in Xi’an , there would be just two…

Notes From Far Away: Hitting The Wall.

It seemed strange that after a pleasant few hours at an arts colony, browsing the exhibits, we were now heading to one of the key World Heritage Sites – the Great Wall of China. We left the city, and were soon surrounded by flat open country, with withering vegetation left over from the harvest. The…