It was late afternoon. In the middle of the Firth of Clyde. Phil was swimming in the sea, Lottie was sniffing the seaweed, and I was peering through the binoculars trying to spy on bobbing boats. The sun was shining, the waves were lapping, and there wasn’t a soul to be seen… just us, and … More A Memorable Arran Adventure
The bees were buzzing, the sun was beaming, and the drinks were chilled. Lottie was sniffing for stray chips, the ‘Aunt Sally’ team were throwing balls at a dummy, and Phil was critiquing his pint. It was a normal August evening in our village pub garden… except it wasn’t quite! 😉 The benches were spread … More Navigating The New World
This time ten years ago, I was packing up my home and job and life, in readiness for a move to Ethiopia. At the same time, one of my best friends was also boxing up her world, and preparing to move to Belgium. Neither of us had worked in those countries before, so we were … More A Longed For Trip To Brussels
A few days before our annual pilgrimage to my hubby’s homeland, Phil and I spent a fun evening planning our upcoming trip. Over homegrown barbecued vegetables and sparkly tonic, we poured over a map of the Isle of Man and got excited. We reminisced and laughed and googled and researched… and arranged the holiday ahead. … More Wiped Out By The Waves
When I was a child, my family had one of those guides to campsites in Great Britain. It was chock-a-block full of advertisements for places to camp all over the country. Hundreds and hundreds of listings from large holiday parks with nightly entertainment, to small fields with just a lowly toilet block. My brother and I … More The Best Bit Of Summer
It was the first night of our trip to Center Parcs. The rest of the Marshall clan hadn’t yet arrived, so my little family of three were exploring. Whilst Phil was talking to reception, Lottie the dog and myself sat outside watching the world go by. And that world was full of children… and sport… … More The Other Path
The last time I went on holiday with my Doodi, ‘Mmmbop’ was number one in the charts. Every car journey on that trip was accompanied by my siblings and I singing along loudly to the childish voices of ‘Hansom’ whilst it played on a continuous loop! My poor Dad sat grumbling in the driver’s seat, … More Twenty Two Years Later
It was the first day of our holiday. Early afternoon. My eyes were sleepy from the 5am start, and my body weary from the 424 miles drive north. As we crossed a humpback bridge, we were suddenly greeted by a picture-postcard scene of Scotland. A gushing alpine river, lush green mountains, and glorious (and unusual!) Scottish … More Wanderlust
I spent yesterday backing up our photographs from the year thus far. Five months of memory making. I’m a happy snapper. I take shots of pretty much every visit or meet up or weekend excursion. And so my photo archive is wonderful evidence of how much I do or don’t get about. January took no time … More Moving Through The Gears
Last Monday I stood atop a mountain! An actual mountain! A mountain with rocks and boulders and mud blocking the route. A mountain in the middle of nowhere, that took hours for us to climb. As I sat up high, looking down at the tiny dots of candy floss sheep in the valley below, I … More I Climbed A Mountain!
We Can Adjust The Sails 