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The Green Fairy

The Green Fairy

Recently Jon and I spent an evening with the ferocious Green Fairy, or as absinthe is also often referred to as: ‘Death in the Afternoon’. Yeah, she’s no tinkerbell. The last time I drank absinthe I had to be carried out of  a Barcelona bar, oblivious to […]

Humphrey, Jon and I.

Humphrey, Jon and I.

It snowed again today. Jon, Humphrey and I went out pruning amongst the vines and we took some photos with my pocket camera (hence the dodgy quality). Humphrey quickly lost interest once she realised there was no food at the end of the row of […]

Friday Night Cocktail…French 75 (with crushed hail stones)

Friday Night Cocktail…French 75 (with crushed hail stones)

This cocktail is a bit special. One, because it is delicious and a lot of fun, and two because it contains some rather special hail stones. I shall explain. Last August, there was a freak storm over the vineyard. It rained and it hailed, damaging […]

How €15 Can Practically Buy You a Garden

How €15 Can Practically Buy You a Garden

Yesterday Jon and I went out on our favourite weekly expedition: first to the post office to send Tin Cup Vintage items to their new owners and then to the local second hand market/junk shop/Aladdin’s Cave of treasures waiting to be found. And here’s what […]

Yellow Wine and Torn Wallpaper

Yellow Wine and Torn Wallpaper

On the first weekend of February we drove to Jura, a department on the border just before Switzerland. We stayed in an old house owned by Vincent’s family during  ‘La Percee du Vin Jaune’ (Opening of the Yellow Wine; a festival celebrating the famous yellow […]

“A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know” Diane Arbus

“A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know” Diane Arbus

My favourite way of spending a Sunday afternoon, and avoiding homework, used to be to unzip my mum’s tartan suitcase filled with photos collected since her childhood. On the hallway shelves sat large, beautifully presented photo albums, containing what were to be considered the ‘good’ […]

‘“Before the morn ye’ll work mischief:” Indeed will I,” quo’ Findlay.’ – Robert Burns, Wha Is That at My Bower Door

‘“Before the morn ye’ll work mischief:” Indeed will I,” quo’ Findlay.’ – Robert Burns, Wha Is That at My Bower Door

Heritage, where do we find our heritage? My mother’s family are Scottish, yet she was born in South Africa. My father’s family are fiercely Welsh (my grandfather Cliff Bere wrote the Welsh Republican Movement Manifesto and had a taste for burning the Union Jack) yet my […]