The Rural Idyll

It’s hard to explain the place where I live.  Okay, the specifics are easy: it’s a little place, a hamlet, in South Warwickshire, nestling in the bosom of Bard country (which always makes me smile: hamlet/Hamlet). No shop. No pub. A phonebox (which doesn’t take coins and which nobody uses, anyway).  A letterbox.  A pond.  […]

The Two Blondes, part II

During the magical time of growing up with Sally and the time she and I spent nearly running wild in Tobago, there was a major excitement. The arrival of Britannia during a stately tour of the West Indies. Which threw the Grown Ups into a fever. Sally and I had no idea what Britannia was. […]

The Two Blondes

I met Sally when we were 3 . By a swimming pool. In Tobago. My parents were on holiday. I learned to swim, which was a moment of huge excitement that I still remember: the freedom of swimming ONE WHOLE LENGTH without the silly armbands, and then swimming underwater with my eyes open. Beside the […]

A diary of One Day, written for my father

My papa was so pleased – and, dare I say it?, awfully proud – when I sent him a copy of the letter saying I’d been nominated to receive an invitation to a Garden Party at Buckingham Palace.  He asked me to do a diary of the day (he’s so deaf that TELLING him about […]