Life

[gallery type="circle" ids="815,807,808,811,812,813,814"] 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...

[gallery type="circle" columns="2" ids="651,650,652,653,655,656,658,660"] 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...

[gallery ids="539,540,538,532,536,534,541,543,542"] 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...

[gallery ids="516,518,519,520,521"] 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...