Many of you will get a day off work this Friday, or maybe your partner will, and perhaps it’s another of those mysterious public holidays beginning with A that you’re not really sure what it’s all about. Well, yes, there’s Halloween the night before for our American readers and anyone else who’s claimed that tradition…
I get my love of cathedrals from my dad. I can’t walk past one without feeling the tug within me to step inside, walk the cloister and the aisles, step down into the crypt. There’s something about the history held in those stone walls, the myriad individuals who have walked across the same flagstones before…
I walked out of the hot sunshine into the cool shade of the church. The walls were blackened from centuries of dirt and pollution building up and the door I pushed through was as thick as my hand. It swung heavily shut behind me and I took a moment to let my eyes adjust to the…
We flew back from Copenhagen early yesterday morning, waving goodbye to our friends and wrapping their gorgeous girls into hugs as we packed our suitcases into the car. I’d thought I might have time for a blog post or two, here or there. But it turns out that completely gutting and reinstalling a kitchen in…
We walked up the dusty path, stones and dirt getting into my sandals, one hand holding my long skirt above my ankles to try and prevent it caking in dirt. A small grubby hand caught mine as it swung by my side and I looked down to see a shy smile tossed up in my…
There was a sweet middle-aged Tibetan woman in my Monday evening English class. She wore lengths of fabric wrapped around her as a skirt and thick woollen socks under her sandals to ward of the cold wet Belgian winter. Her English was almost non-existent. We worked our way slowly, oh so slowly, through a few…
