31 October 2017
The People’s Friend Magazine thought that Halloween would be the perfect time for a graveyard story so on a wet and windy day I made my first winding ascent up the path to the top of Glasgow’s Necropolis where the usually magnificent view from the top was obscured by heavy soot-grey clouds making the dilapidated graves look even more forlorn.
13 October 2017
The cellar smelt dry and the chill covered our arms with goose-bumps as we sat on a long wooden bench and listened. The goose-bumps weren’t only from the temperature they were also from the stories being told by Peter, our Hungarian guide, tales of revolution and blood spilt, mingling with the wine that ran over these stone flags.
14 September 2017
I flew to Pisa airport with a view to driving around and exploring some of the Tuscan countryside but my first stop was at a little town on the coast called Rosignano, where my friend Paul kept his boat, an old character of a trawler yacht, called India November. He took me out to lunch in style at the Railway Station Café. It was a small cosy tavern attached to the platform with walls covered with art work, all of which was for sale. There was no menu just the day’s catch from the sea. Paul asked for the antipasti and what followed was a feast for the senses and set the tone for my whole trip.
08 September 2017
“Where are your husbands?” it was the usual question, they never knew what to make of two women travelling with five young children but no men – or perhaps man, they assumed my friend Mary and I shared the same husband and our youngest two blond children did look rather like twins.
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