Recently on no more wriggling…
- From shell shock hospital to magical community – my trip to Seale Hayne
- On sitting down to watch Withnail and I once again….
- Thank-you. Five Years of London Historians
- My next book on 18th & 19th Century medicine – and a competition to come up with a title!
- Don’t leave it too late to live in the moment: Rooting our lives in the present
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Category Archives: Travel
How to choose ‘My Most Beautiful Thing’? How do I meet a challenge set by writer Fiona Robyn for her Blogspash over at Writing Our Way Home today? Is it actually possible to have just one thing that you count beautiful … Continue reading
This morning I was sitting inside at the PC, by french windows opening on to our south-facing garden. After thirty minutes I looked down at my left arm to see a distinct patch of sunburn. As far as I can … Continue reading
On the eve of my week long holiday in the Lake District, I thought I would post this excerpt from a journal letter John Keats wrote to his brother Tom, back in London, in the early stages of his walking … Continue reading
Whilst on my recent trip to Liechtenstein I sent a postcard to my blog. It was written as I felt a little homesick one evening, and included some ‘fascinating facts’ that might help a few pub quiz enthusiasts out there: … Continue reading
It was raining when we got up this morning. Really, really raining. Not just tiddling, but hammering, crashing and flooding off the flat roof of the small conservatory on our home for the holidays. The one where my husband Peter … Continue reading