memories

Walking

I've walked at some pivotal points my life. When I first moved to Edinburgh my Saturday afternoons were often spent walking, exploring the pages of my street map. Yes I was really living the wild student life. I noticed that the houses preening from the hillside beyond Morningside road reminded me of home. Even though…Read more Walking

Shock

I arrived home after my walk today to a missed call on my mobile and the message light blinking from the landline. Looking up the number I recognised it belonged to MrS's cousin. Oh that's nice I thought, she must be coming to visit her friend and wants to drop in on her way. And…Read more Shock

Weddings

When I was a little girl I loved watching weddings. We lived just along the street from the church so had a good view of any that took place. It was the custom to stand and watch the bridal party arrive, sometimes there would be a "scramble" for pennies. I wasn't too bothered about these;…Read more Weddings

Zebra crossings

You know, the non automated crossings, heralded by Belisha beacons (as seen above but with a usually less watery setting). Often staffed by cheery men and women in Hi-Vis raincoats. Perhaps you don't have them where you live? I like them because they give back power to the pedestrian. If someone is waiting, the car…Read more Zebra crossings

Wales

My "Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau", and it is dear to me. It's where I was born and spent my childhood, and it's where most of my family still live. I don't get back as often as I'd like, but when I do I have a great time. As well as family visits I try to…Read more Wales

Vienna

Not the 1980 song , though I did like that very much back in the day. (And still do if I'm honest). No, the city. But once again this post will be dredging up memories, if not from my teens, but from my thirties. Eek! Actually I was only *just* still in my thirties, I…Read more Vienna

Roads

I'm not a complete petrolhead, though back in the '70s I cherished my Sunday supplement guide to cars almost as much as my Donny Osmond posters. No, what like about roads is how they tell a story. Look at the numbering, A then M routes 1, 2, 3, 4 radiating out from London , the…Read more Roads

Quebec City

Well, I should say "liked" because when I sat down to write this post I did a quick calculation and realised it's been almost a decade since my visit. But I did like it when I was there and I'm sure enough of the things I liked were integral to the city and so would still…Read more Quebec City

Perfume

The scent setting the scene. Who will I be today? Musky, floral, fresh? I've usually got a few different bottles on the go. Favourites like Jicky are aways there but their companions come and go, depending on the season or my mood. Scent is precious memory, spraying a card with Eau du Soir I have…Read more Perfume

lazy lunches

Because lazy lunches mean holidays. Even if just for a day. Often out of doors (DogS comes too), sometimes with wine, always with pleasure. Lazy because there's no rush to get back to work, or do anything in particular, just being in the moment with some good food and company, my own can be enough.…Read more lazy lunches