After a fair old time of happy illusions, I’m coming to the slightly reluctant acceptance that I do actually look as old as I am. No more will I declare my age, expecting oohs and aahs of astonishment at how much younger I look than I claim to be. I might as well face the... Continue Reading →
I love the beach, but I’m afraid I don’t like the sea at all…
When I was about ten, my father fulfilled a personal dream by buying himself a small sailing boat, to keep moored at Portland Harbour, a few miles from where we used to live. The idea of the boat filled me with excitement. I loved the idea of being able to go and travel somewhere on... Continue Reading →