Celebrating Anya’s New Freedom*

There are lots of ‘bistros’ near our home in London and my favourite, which is tiny, has been run by the same couple for years. It is here that I pop in to have a coffee, to buy some of their home-made goodies or even just to chat. It is also here, in the smallest…

Hope Springs Eternal

One way or another sport has always been very much part of me. Although I was never good at anything and it took me years to understand the niceties of the games I played, I did enjoy being involved. At primary school it was cricket, football and hockey, and then in my teens - basketball,…

Two Fields, Three Views

This story is about two fields near our house in Tréguennec. In one field, the image I saw first brought warmth and fascination but with changes these turned to feelings of sadness. In the other field, the picture was one of widespread and disturbing destruction. Inevitably, in all I saw emotion and imagination will have…

A Family’s Adventure Begins

Two years ago my close friend Tom phoned from his home in Australia to tell me of a plan he and his wife Sian had just ‘hatched’. For several months they had been discussing taking an extended trip and now the decision was made; the family would be spending a year in France. It was…

Birds of a Feather

This blog starts with some observations about colour. More precisely about two birds whose feathers are of the brightest colours though seeing them in their full splendour has proved difficult.  For years I had assumed that there was nothing in nature more colourful than the iridescent blue of a kingfisher. Rohan and I have twice…

Arnaud the Mason,

It happens that I am mesmerised whenever I watch someone create something of beauty. It feels very special, for example, when I see a potter place a shapeless lump of clay on her wheel and then, using her hands moulds that clay into a beautiful vase. And the feeling is similar when I see a…

Three Cheers for the Ballot Box

For people like me, general elections are the most important and the most gripping of events in the political calendar. It is not just that the ballot box serves as the hub of democracy, it is also because the process focuses each nation’s minds and ultimately plays on our emotions. Democracy is a wonderful mechanism…

Four Baby Hedgehogs

Large parts of our garden in France have been turned upside-down. A path divides our main lawn into two halves and while nothing has been touched on the right, the left has become unrecognisable. It is on that left that our extension is being built and so where there was once a lawn there is…

For the Love of Fish

As long as I can remember I have loved fish - eating them that is!  As a young child they were specially prized as during the Second World War and for several years after fish was one of the few tasty and nutritious foods that were not rationed. Dover sole was amongst my favourites, as…