The Milan SMILE

Smiles come in all languages.  A face has a language of its own independent of its words.  My Italian is not so good anymore and it was never so good in the first place so I have replaced words with lots of nods and pointings and smiles and eyebrows and more nods with smiles. Smiles work …

So, you’re going to Italy …

Hello, everyone. Celi asked me for some helpful tips for her upcoming holiday and I was very happy to oblige. I’ve since learned from a very reliable little bird that MILAN is the destination for our friend. With that tweet in mind, I’ve included not just travel details for Italy but also some transportation info specific to Milan, as …

The New London

Kings Cross. I know! That was not the image you were expecting right? Me either! When we think of Kings Cross we think of bricks, and dark and the huddled masses.  But it is changing. There is so much building going on, fusing the old with the new, creating more pedestrian space, good spacious apartments …

Shift your focus

For a few minutes I would like you to think like a little balloon and I will trail you along on my walk through London yesterday, with old friends. We began in Angel (an area I was very familiar with) and through St John – an area I am not familiar with at all and into …

Letter from a Pet Zoo in Israel

Pet Zoo Kibbutz Shiller – The Bird’s Eye View. Hello everybody! My name is Tarnegolita, and I am your fancy-feathered hostess for today in this guest post on Cecilia’s blog. I will graciously guide you through your virtual visit to my home, a small private pet zoo in a kibbutz in central Israel. This is Pet …

Letter from the Outer Hebrides

Introducing Jonathon.  He and Denise live in the Outer Hebrides. In their own words: (nicked from their blog). We live and work from our home at the southern tip of the Isle of South Uist in the Outer Hebrides – an archipelego at the Atlantic edge of Scotland. We live in an 18thC high-walled kitchen …

Guest Post – the old and new

A Postcard from England, Old and New…  My grandfather, Fred Brackenbury, came from a long line of prize-winning English shepherds. ‘My father was a shepherd’, he said once. ‘And his father. And mebbe his father…’. Here is Fred, eighty years ago, with some of his charges, and one of his faithful collies! Fred won many …

Goodbye Pictures

Lots of them! First the inhabitants in and around the Home Barn. Egoli trying to stop Geraldine from pecking at his haunches.  That is one mean peahen when she wants to be. Tima and Tane. I have just realised I forgot to shut their gate to the inside of the barn so I bet they …

and the skies blew in

I spent a lot of yesterday looking up. Watching the sky and tripping over things. For weeks the predominant cloud display has been a complete cover. But yesterday a change came and the clouds were skudding across the sky. Gathering in long curtains. Performing their long languid slow motion dance. Stretching. On show again. A gallery …

I have no shadow

It has been weeks since I saw my shadow. Did I fire him in a fit of pique or is it just this endless Tolkien gray. Or maybe the Martha Stewart beige. Though truthfully I may have seen my shadow on that one sunny morning the other day but I was so involved in the feeling …