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Sorry, Not Sorry. Escaping 2022.
I’m gazing out over Carbis Bay in Cornwall. It’s New Year’s Eve and I haven’t given a thought to my December blog. I haven’t missed a...
USA Football Fans on Exmoor? Well, I Never.
Breaking News: my loved ones are American! It’s been brought to my attention that my husband of thirty-three years and my adult children...
Remember to Smell the Exmoor Roses
October 2022 may have been the most ‘normal’ month I’ve had in a long time. All that happened was the shortest UK prime ministership in...
Our Very Tuscan British Exmoor Funeral
It’s been two and a half years since I’ve been on a plane. That’s the longest I’ve spent with both feet on the ground since I was a...
Writing Home Takes on New Meaning Every Day
I've experienced the concept of ‘home’ in so many varied ways recently I’m starting to think my ‘Write Home’ brand may be taking over my...
Hiraeth, War and Unexpected Exmoor Refugees
Just when you think things can’t get crazier in this old world of ours, another zinger out of left field clocks you up the side of the...
Life in ‘What The Actual Heck?’ Territory
June sees the United Kingdom coming down off the highs of the Platinum Jubilee celebrations. No matter your views of the Monarchy, seventy...
Queens, Jubilees and Bunting: The Joys of Home
I’ll be hanging bunting on the second anniversary of my return to England. And possibly crying. Blame it on Queen Elizabeth, an ancient priest, and hiraeth.