France


This is the Difference Between Girls and Boys


  Last week, in 37c temperatures beside the lake, under the Alps, it was too hot to walk barefoot on the timber deck, so donning flip flops, wielding a long handled loppers, I went out to cut for kindling the mound of branches between swimming...

Yoga On A Paddle Board


My husband was not impressed when I came home and declared “That was the most fun I’ve ever had with my clothes off!”  I was very impressed. As he had a quiet morning at home, my friend Kathryn and I had spent two hours doing...

On The Feast of Saint Francis de Sales


      For the past week Berlin has been a softer city, its hard edges rounded and white with snow in sub zero temperatures.   Yesterday morning at seven o’clock it began to snow again, first a little powder then the lazy, crazy dance of...

FLEE, FRIGHT, FIGHT AND FLIGHT


  What a wonderous thing is the human body – as wonderous a thing as a pelican (his beak can hold more than his belly can.)   Two days ago, on Sunday, the Feast of St Brigid, in Ireland called the first day of Spring,...

Eight Weeks of Christmas 2. Martinmas November 11th.


  Martinmas and Armistice Day. Martinmas was considered the first day of Winter, and meteorologically “if the geese at Martin’s Day stand on ice, they will walk on mud at Christmas.” There is word of a Polar Vortex which is about to hit the East...

The Eight Weeks of Christmas


  It is the fading of the year. The clocks have gone back, and with the evenings dark and long we have started lighting a fire, the woodpile is neat and full against the house and the logs are dry. There is snow on our...

Barrow Mouse


  Working in the garden I am not alone.  Pollen-bummed bees back out of flower mouths in haste to get to the next bloom complaining loudly I block their flight path.  A blackbird follows me around, tweeting all his friends that this is HIS freshly-turned long-...

First World Problems: 1


Sometimes, it’s not all                               sometimes………                                     ………the  raspberry jam explodes.

Down the Mountain


  Sitting in the garden at half past six yesterday evening, we heard the patter of tiny cleats and Mike emerged around the corner of the house, walking like a cowboy…….he had just cruised down the mountain into Annecy and thence home along the lake...

L’Étape Annecy-Semnoz


It’s only quarter past ten of a Sunday morning and already I’ve had two breakfasts and cheered on 12,500 cyclists at the end of our road as they headed along the Route d’Albertville from Annecy and turned up the Route de Filly to start the...