No sooner was I out of hospital than we were in front of the cameras.
No sooner was I out of hospital than we were in front of the cameras.
September and October went by in something of a blur so here we find ourselves well embedded in November and I am lying, recuperating, on the bed…
On 2nd September I reached the grand old age of 60 and it’s not really something that I particularly wanted to celebrate. I don’t like getting older, and as I wait for surgery on both my knees, I realise that I am creaking slightly more than I would like…
This weekend, we enjoyed a couple of diverse events, one of which included some of Ian’s work…
On the cusp of one of the recent heatwaves, it was with a rather Mad-Dogs-and-Englishmen mentality that we went and stayed in Seville for a couple of days…
We fall increasingly in love Granada all year round, but in the summer it is something particularly special…
Isn’t it always that way that when there is something of historic value right on your doorstep, it is all too easy to overlook it?
The next day, we had decided to visit the islands of Burano and Torcello. We bypassed Murano, mainly because we are not remotely interested in blown glass…
This day was to be our tourist day, and we had already decided that we were going to take a ride in a Gondola…
For Christmas, and because Andrew hadn’t written anything sensible in his letter to Father Christmas, I told the bearded, red-suited old coot (Father Christmas, not Andrew) to give him a 3 night break in Venice…
