Travel fiction – where the ‘right place’ transforms lives

Travel fiction – where the ‘right place’ transforms lives

When Life Gives You 2020…

When Life Gives You 2020…

  Seven thirty on a Sunday morning and I’m in the woods between Porlock and Porlock Weir on the Somerset coast. Steep combes reach up toward the blue skies, the smooth waters of the Bristol Channel pave the way to Wales. After days of rain sunlight dapples the muddy...
New Problems: Rubbish Police and Wardrobe Woes

New Problems: Rubbish Police and Wardrobe Woes

  My second month in England has passed without major incident. In this crazy world, ‘without major incident’ counts as a win, surely? (I’m touching a piece of wood as I speak. It is 2020 after all.) I just wish there were a bit more ‘winning’ come out of the US. News...
My Extraordinary, Mundane Transatlantic Relocation

My Extraordinary, Mundane Transatlantic Relocation

  It’s been one month since I arrived back in England after a thirty-year visit to America. If you’d asked me a year ago what vocabulary I’d be using to describe my feelings at my return home, I’d have said relief, comfort, joy. And those feelings apply. But they’re...
End of A Transatlantic Era

End of A Transatlantic Era

This is it. My last blog from the United States of America on my last day as a resident. I envisioned a graceful exit after thirty years. A swan-like glide out of the USA and a pirouette into the glorious English countryside. I’d swish my Austen-esque skirts through...
My Worthless Emergency Supply Kit

My Worthless Emergency Supply Kit

I thought March 2020 would go down in history as the most bizarre month of my life. Running through airports in Buenos Aires to beat border shutdowns, selling my house in the US only to find I couldn’t get to England to buy another, tying a bandana around my face...
When Was The Last Time You Did Something For The First Time?

When Was The Last Time You Did Something For The First Time?

‘When was the last time you did something for the first time?’ John C. Maxwell I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. We spend so much of our lives repeating the same limited array of actions; the routine so ingrained we don’t even miss what we’re not doing. Oh,...