Monthly Archives: November 2018

A rainy day. I headed to the cafe, meaning to hole up with a pot of tea, a toasted sandwich and a book for the whole lunch hour. The book I grabbed from the pile of review copies was The … Continue reading →

On the plane to Vancouver recently, I watched about half of a movie called Book Club. It starred Jane Fonda, Mary Steenburgen, Candice Bergen and Diane Keaton. They played a group of  rich, attractive, over-60 American women, friends for many … Continue reading →

I’m still settling back into life after my holiday in Canada. I had nearly six weeks of feeling beautifully fancy free, travelling with only one 30 litre pack which weighed around 6 kilos. Now, back home, it seems that in … Continue reading →

It seems a long time since I sat down to write here. More than seems, actually. Is. The last time I posted was at the beginning of September. Though I was reading (I’m never not reading) my head was elsewhere … Continue reading →