I am always flattered to be asked to appear on other websites, so when I was invited recently to be a guest on a blog with the grand title of World Class Performers, I couldn’t resist taking time out to answer their questions.
It’s not often that I’m asked to talk so much about my background and my personal life, so I thought I’d share it here in case any of my own blog’s followers might like to read it.
Click the image to read the interview in full.
A post in praise of, er, post!
As I tackle my triple-figure inbox this morning, I’m feeling distinctly nostalgic for the old-fashioned letter. Emails, eh? Who really needs or wants them? Not me, that’s for sure. Continue reading “Who Needs Email Anyway?”
From the May issue of the Hawkesbury Parish News, a post about coming home from holiday to our Gloucestershire village
It’s always good to come back to Hawkesbury after any holiday, no matter how enjoyable. This Easter was no exception.
We’d just spent two weeks in our camper van, touring the flatter parts of northern Europe. It was unnerving to know we were often driving below sea level, but the flip side was it made cycling a joy. Taking our bikes off the back of the van to go for a family cycle, we didn’t so much pedal as glide. The level roadways provided the perfect surface for lazy, unmuscled cyclists like me. Continue reading “The Green Hills of Home”
I don’t often join in games on Facebook, but when my friend Lisa tagged me to name seven favourite films on seven consecutive days, I couldn’t resist joining in what sounded like a cinematic equivalent to one of my favourite classic BBC Radio 4 programmes, Desert Island Discs. Continue reading “7 Films in 7 Days”
A post sending good wishes for New Year 2016
Towards the end of December, my body clock addled after a week of late nights and lazy morning lie-ins, I wake up at 4.30am and unable to get back to sleep.
Fumbling for my glasses, I wander downstairs to make a cup of tea, halting just in time to stop myself from standing, barefoot, on a nocturnal slug that has crawled across our red-tiled kitchen floor.
It is now waiting to pounce on me from behind the fireside chair.
Continue reading “Happy New Year – and May All Your Slugs Be Fluffy Ones”
