A Much-Loved Errant Watch

I am very used to losing things - I have done it for years. Most of the objects are soon found, with their loss rarely causing more than mild anxiety and perhaps some agitation. Sometimes, however, emotions spill over. This blog is about the intense feelings that occurred when I lost, and then found a much-loved watch.…

Another Special Lunch

A few weeks ago I had lunch in Paris with a close friend and it was a meal that so nearly did not happen. Tentative arrangements had started in the Spring. Out of the blue, Tom (see illustration), who lives in Australia, wrote to me saying he and his family planned to be in London at the…

In the Eye of the Beholder

Responsibility for running our home is shared. For years, I have taken the lead on repairs, building works and heavy gardening, while Rohan’s domain has been outings and matters cultural and social.  This blog is about two art exhibitions Rohan arranged for us to visit, one was a small collection of paintings by Milton Avery, an American artist unknown to us both; the other, the work of the French painter - Paul Cezanne. Within days of our return…

When Daniel Came Back to Help

Like most people of my age, my joints ache. Knees, hips, and ankles are affected and although they are not troublesome at the moment, over the summer things were different. For several months, painful knees often made it difficult for me to get out of a chair, climb stairs or even go on short walks.…

Flights of Fancy

Were I not a human being I would want to be a bird - how lovely it would be to fly! Apart from being able to go from place to place quickly and efficiently, could there be anything more liberating than taking to the air without a thought and then flying freely before returning to terra…

A Night Out

Over the years my sleep pattern has hardly changed. Just as I did in my twenties, I go to bed between 10.30 and 11.00pm and am usually asleep within 15 minutes. Then, at 5.00am - never later than 6.30 - I get up to work - which most often involves writing. My night’s six hours have…

A Most Colourful Summer

I may be imagining things but colours mean more to me now than I can ever remember. I have always been aware of colours, and of patterns in particular, but now they feel vibrant, defined and captivating. In addition, over the summer they have started to demand my attention. From the simplest to the most elaborate, all have become important, although…

A Word that Made a Difference

We all get talked about - it’s a key part of how society ticks. Whether musings are amongst friends, neighbours, family or work colleagues, once in a while one’s name crops up. It is rare to discover what exactly is said but, over the years, comments about me, for example, have ranged from tittle-tattle, to…

Mr and Mrs Chaffinch

One of the great pleasures of staying in Tréguennec is eating meals in the garden. We sit at a lovely wooden table at the back of the house from where we look down over a sloping lawn with its quirkily curved path - a hand-me-down from the previous owners. To the right is tall mock-orange…