TET!
We’ve just set off on our first far-away adventure since Covid struck. Rather perversely my thoughts turn to our last big trip, to Vietnam. I somehow didn’t have the heart write about it then. Now I do. So while I gather my thoughts about Madrid, and as we move on to Buenos Aries, I look back on Hanoi with so many good memories. Happy New … Continue reading TET!
Imperial Hue: Tombs.
We’ve just set off on our first far-away adventure since Covid struck. Rather perversely my thoughts turn to our last big trip, to Vietnam. I somehow didn’t have the heart write about it then. Now I do. So while I gather my thoughts about Madrid, and as we move on to Buenos Aries, I look back on Hanoi with so many good memories. I cannot … Continue reading Imperial Hue: Tombs.
Imperial Hue: The Citadel.
We’ve just set off on our first far-away adventure since Covid struck. Rather perversely my thoughts turn to our last big trip, to Vietnam. I somehow didn’t have the heart write about it then. Now I do. So while I gather my thoughts about Madrid, and as we move on to Buenos Aries, I look back on Hanoi with so many good memories. I cannot … Continue reading Imperial Hue: The Citadel.
Ladies of the Street, Hanoi.
We’ve just set off on our first far-away adventure since Covid struck. Rather perversely my thoughts turn to our last big trip to Vietnam. I somehow didn’t have the heart write about it then. Now I do. So while I gather my thoughts about Madrid, and as we move on to Buenos Aries, I look back on Hanoi with so many good memories. I cannot … Continue reading Ladies of the Street, Hanoi.
Hanoi: I Love the Lakes.
We’ve just set off on our first far-away adventure since Covid struck. Rather perversely my thoughts turn to our last big trip to Vietnam. I somehow didn’t have the heart write about it then. Now I do. So while I gather my thoughts about Madrid, and as we move on to Buenos Aries, I look back on Hanoi with so many good memories. I cannot … Continue reading Hanoi: I Love the Lakes.
Pyrenean Mountain Walking for Dummies.
That’s how I think of our walks. They are not very challenging or very long but they are marvellous. We always stop half way round for lunch and a look. A sandwich always tastes better outdoors. Especially with views like these. Continue reading Pyrenean Mountain Walking for Dummies.
A Walk. A Pick-me-up for the Soul.
We go to the mountains whenever we can. And we try to find at least one new walk everytime we’re here. That was why we went to Bareges. Once a quaint mountain village, now an ugly resort. ‘I thought it would be buzzing’, said Jim. ‘I’d hoped we’d at least get a cup of coffee’. But Bareges was a ghost town, waiting for snow and … Continue reading A Walk. A Pick-me-up for the Soul.
A Little House in the Pyrenees-Atlantiques.
A short drive away and we’re on to our next house-sit. Someone said to me once, ‘Why would you travel all that way to walk someone’s dog?’, but house-sitting is so much more. It’s comfort and companionship, a tiny peek into different lives, a chance to live eyes wide open. It fulfills my need to stay awhile, to live like a local (I know I’m … Continue reading A Little House in the Pyrenees-Atlantiques.
Not so idyllic.
Mist hung low in the valley. It came towards me in great swirls. The village only became visible when I reached the big house on the left. But I saw the parked van in the field above straight away, and immediately afterwards the man in the high vis. vest, glowing eerily orange, a gun slung nonchalantly over his shoulder, a wiry terrier trotting along by … Continue reading Not so idyllic.
Still in a French Country Idyll.
An everyday Paradise. We’re surrounded by fields and woods, sky and space. There is a house next door and we can put out a hand and touch their barn, but we hardly ever see them. We hear their cockerel crowing, and see their sheep grazing. But there is nothing to intrude upon our feeling of being little lords of the manor. We are here to … Continue reading Still in a French Country Idyll.
Wondering Woman 