arth! It’s the smell of wet earth that strikes me; tantalises me, as I step out into the early morning sunshine. The sun’s rays, shining through tall pines along neat rows of vines hanging heavy with black merlot grapes blind, as I crunch along the gravel path from my villa to the Casa Grande for …
There’s no ‘Rain in Spain’, only sunshine, as I walk down the Paseo de la Castellana ‘on the street where I live’, in Madrid. I arrived here after midnight last night from Sydney, via Bangkok. And I was more than ready to stretch my legs and reacquaint myself with the area and get some exercise …
EARLY MORNING WALK IN BANGRAK MARKETS – behind my hotel. ool, clean, and not so busy at this time of day. Pity I stepped in dog poo and now have to clean the heel of my shoe before flying to Madrid on Thai International. icasa Web Album Click on photo to open and see captions. …
he Musgrave descendants of my so Anglo-Saxon grandparents Les and Rachel are fast becoming multi-cultural. My eldest brother alone now has children with spouses from Korea, India, Sudan/Jamaica, and Denmark. My other brother has Japanese grandchildren, and my late sister’s husband has remarried with a young woman from Laos. Yesterday, I attended the wedding of …
am and Ken’s invitation for a ‘simple steak on the BBQ’, for a few friends who went with us to Tasmania last month, unexpectedly turned into an entertaining evening of “Poetry Reading”. Fellow traveller Father Steve arrived carrying a book of poems by Seamus Heaney, the Irish Nobel Laureate who died last week . . …