7 mn read Mountain life The northern French Alps in September is one of my favourite places anywhere. Ten years ago, we were able to buy a little old chalet in a village on the route de La Plagne and I didn’t imagine just how much I would come to adore autumn here in themountains. The sun is still […]
24 mn read On Sundays, when I was growing up, we ate dessert with either cream or custard served out of a jug bearing the legend No road is long with good company. I used to wonder what that phrase meant, not appreciating the truth of these words until I was well into adulthood and, even then, often […]
11 mn read Some of my earliest memories, growing up as a child in inner-city London, involve walking. Walking everywhere…
8 mn read Pilgrimage – originally a journey to the shrine of a saint or holy person, undertaken alone or in the company (think the Canterbury Tales) to give thanks, worship, ask them for something or just taking the time to work things out at a turning point in life.
8 mn read I could feel my heart beginning to swell as I approached the brow of the hill, and I freewheeled down, until there she was before me – my beloved river: my place of sanctuary and delight…
