In my sixty years I have faced many (next to) impossible tasks only to fail at some and excel at others. This is a task I am finding next to impossible. How do I describe the last three days?That might sound trite but really, some things are better left within your heart than slashed down on paper.My heart story begins as we left Dublin in a torrential rain storm. Black skies, heavy traffic and a sense of "what now"? We were on our way to with a historian who...

With Wales behind us (as well as the stomach churning passage to Dublin Bay) we pulled up in front of our Dublin accommodation at the exact same time as my sister's taxi was arriving from the airport. Totally amazed at this coincidence we took it as a sign that only good things can happen from now on.After 2 1/2 days I can honestly say so far so good.... despite the fact that a few raindrops have fallen here and there and that Dorothy had a late night (unexp...

There is a reason for everything... so they say. So why did we get the ominous flap.. .flap... flap....whoooshhhhhh...... noise and then a full stop on the shoulder of the M4 just north of Swanage, Wales??? Surely after back tracking and spending yet another night with our wonderful family in England it could be clear sailing to Pembroke, Wales!? We had such a lovely day planned. Left early hoping to arrive in Pembroke in time to do some sight seeing and at l...

It seems such a shame to go on about it because really we are having a lovely time... but... this has been the wettest April in 100 years!Though officially still in drought, Great Britain is certainly doing it's best to rid themselves of that designation.At the moment I an writing while sitting in a lovely warm sun room looking out over a small lake in the home of family (now friends) in Wotton-Under-Edge. This could be read as Wotton-Under-Water as they do ...

"Put your coat on luv, I'm going to the pub. Oh Honey, are you taking me with you?No, luv, I'm turnin the 'eat off!!' This little joke took on new meaning as we sat around the fire in a pub called the Blue Anchor Inn.... the day after our windy night in the little village by the sea.Shivering away next to leaky windows in a B&B on High Street, Clovelly, we are told….”Not to worry luv, the heater comes on at midnight”!So what...