A little over 20 years ago we lived in Norway. I remember arriving in January 1996 and how blue the sky was here after close to ten years in the Middle East. That first weekend we ventured out with the children who stared open-mouthed at the icicles that had become crystal stalactites there on the … More Foraging for Poems
Three months into the move from SE Asia to Europe and the busy period just keeps on going… but I cannot put off my dreams any longer … More Excuse the recent silence, but
I expected it to be steamy and hot, deafening with the shouting of orders, the clang of metal spoons against cooking pots and the incessant pounding of pestle against mortar. What I found instead was a haven of calm and happiness. What would you expect to find were you, too, to spend a morning … More Meeting Meeta
Suddenly the days have become sunnier and the trees more glossy. The food has become more addictive and the cheap massages and pedicures more tempting. I’m sure you can guess why… it’s because we know we are leaving. Partir c’est mourir un peu say the French. We Brits say, parting is such sweet sorrow. I’d … More Loving and leaving
It was ‘one of those weeks’. The kind that would have driven me to distraction had it not taken place in a laid back country where things go wrong, people break rules and old hands simply shrug and smile, saying, ‘that’s Malaysia!’ And though our problems were all car-related, instead of driving me mad, after three … More That’s Malaysia!