I haven’t written much on the countryside of Bulgaria recently. The colour pallette of this wonderful countries hedgerows is moving from the blue of cornflowers and white and yellow of Chamomile to the deep crimson of Red Hot Pokers. The heat this year cut short the sunflower season and before their beautiful yellow heads could… Read More Autumn is upon us
Did I mention that since June the weather has been almost consistently in the upper 30’s and spilling over, sometimes, into the mid 40’s? It is exhausting. We are waking up at 05:30 and getting in a good 3 hours in before the heat wraps itself around us in a stifling blanket. We stop for… Read More Back in the blogging saddle and the things I’ve forgotten
My good readers, if I still have any, all I can say is that living your dream is a busy business. There is quite literally not enough hours in a 24 hour period to fit everything thing in and the blog, I’m afraid, has suffered. So good folks here a precised version of what’s been… Read More No words to cover my embarrassment!
I was going to start this blog with a whole list of things that have gone wrong and an even bigger list of negativity but as I wake up on Bank Holiday Sunday after a truly tumultuous storm last night I am awash with gratitude and humbleness at what we do have. Whether you are… Read More Gratitude, flowers and teeth
Forgive me readers for I have sinned. It’s been so long since I’ve written a post that I’m not sure where to begin so if this post is a little muddled I apologise in advance. It is also going to another photo less post as Terry has the “phone with the photos” with him as he… Read More An update from a tardy blogger
Anyone that knows Terry will understand his complete distaste and mistrust of any kind of medical institution. So on a sunny day as I was prepping the pups meals he walked calmly into the kitchen holding his arm and said “babes I need to go to the hospital”. His words struck the fear of God… Read More Hospital, Tsigli 101, root chaos and sh*tageddon
I have called my Mom the americanised version of Mum for as long as I can remember. I have also named her Martyn Feverfew, Mamushka, Ma and Marty; most of these as I grew out of childhood and entered adulthood. My Mom is an incredibly talented woman who has no idea of the range of… Read More Mothers Day – a public ode to my Mom and all Moms generally