June Memories in Pictures

I spent a large part of June last year over in the UK at a very sad time, so it was wonderful to spend this special time back at home. It’s been hot, and it’s still hot so the garden is proving a bit of a challenge. Still can’t complain, life is for living!


Spring Road Trip To Gibraltar

Well, we left on the 23rd April for our first ‘pleasure’ trip in Bobbus since his arrival here in December. Fourteen days and 3,400 miles later we reluctantly arrived home.

We had crossed through four countries; Italy, France, Spain and UK(as in Gibraltar!), stayed on 8 campsites and two carparks and all  accompanied by Naughty Nell and POOTiE the cat. They had a fabulous time and easily settled into motorhome life, thank goodness! We hadn’t had the opportunity to try them out for a couple of nights but it all worked really well. POOTiE didn’t mind being on his lead, as long as Nell was about he was most happy and I actually believe he thinks he’s a feline kind of dog, if that makes sense.

I loved driving the ‘bus’ and it was all made more poignant when we passed by a place in Spain that my parents took us as children which coincided with the first anniversary of Dad’s death. So a few tears were shed but more so happy memories shared with my four siblings over WhatsApp when we had an internet connection. Just cannot wait for the next trip… roll on September!

Feeling: Accomplished

 Feeling: Accomplished.

Apart from shovelling mountains of snow and building temporary fencing to keep the dogs secure, my current Work in Progress – All Will Be Well – has now been professionally edited and proofed. Now onto finalising the book cover and blurb. My plans for January may have been a little frozen but the big melt has begun.

Cup Half Empty?

This has never rung more true than now. I’m sure we’ll all come out stronger in some way… I have to believe that something positive will come out of all the crappiness. Being a cup half empty kinda girl, I’m going to try extra hard in believing that the cup is  actually refillable!  Which is timely as it’s G&T time 

Nomad or Very mad?

wanderer-1717366_640I feel a shift coming, especially after the events of this year. Sadness and fear has promoted me – and us – to look at things a little differently.  It’s said that we should ‘make a difference’ or ‘be remembered’ in our lives. I’m not so sure about that. I know that I’ve had an impact on some people ; my son, my granddaughter, my darling husband  and some of my patients from long ago. But I don’t want to change the world. I’ll leave that to other folk.

Neither Simon or I are big travellers. Partly driven by lack of funds, not by lack of interest, and very most possibly by my hatred of flying. It’s enough to see the world around us, we live in a most beautiful part of Italy, despite the recent movement beneath our feet. We love our home and being together with our animal family is very important to us. So how do we combine those things we hold dear? Well, a motorhome could be the answer. Like snails who travel, albeit slowly, but always with their home, we’ve decided to give it a go. Nelly the Spaniel and POOTiE the quake kitty are getting their passports, our drive is being levelled as I speak and we’re hopeful to get house sitters who will look after the two gigantic dogs who hate travel (as much as I hate planes) and our community of cats.

When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully at the closed door that we do not see the door that has opened for us. –  Alexander Graham Bell

I have a romantic notion about becoming a nomad, for a time anyway. Travelling around Europe in short bursts in somewhere I can call home with familiar things around me. Visiting friends, writers, who I know only online and older pals who I haven’t seen for ages. Stopping off when the mood takes us and changing our plans if something appeals more. Observing life and culture not so different to ours, but different enough and hopefully gathering some inspiration to fuel stories yet to be told. A safe haven, for when things get scary and at the very least, a writing space all of my own.

Mad? Perhaps…but I’m determined to go through that open door.