It’s November 2013. After a night of listening to the rain on the fly of my tent, I walk down to the water’s edge to see a new river. Yesterday’s cheerful riffles are swollen and turgid and about as welcoming as cold porridge. Continue reading
Wednesday 16 September at 6.00 pm,
Elma Turner Library Activities Room
Please come a little early as the main library doors close at 6.00 pm.
You are invited to stay for a cuppa afterwards.
A koha will contribute to the fundraising
Any queries please email me
I’ve been home in New Zealand for about six weeks now – slowly getting back in to my work as a freelance photographer and writer, spending time with friends and colleagues, remembering how lucky I am to live in Nelson, New Zealand. I’ve been for a few bike rides, hikes, runs and swims.
I’ve drooled over lots of bike blogs, many of which are written by inspiring people much younger than myself who head off to ride from one end of America to the other with just a toothbrush and a head cam for company. But as a middle-aged-lady-person I felt I needed the luxury of things like clean knickers Continue reading
It’s winter in New Zealand. Dark at 5pm, heavy morning frost on the windows of the cars parked in my street, bright sunshine at midday and warm enough to sit outside in the sun until the afternoon shadows swallow the house and the dog burrows under his blanket, hiding from the night. Continue reading
I’m writing this from the comfort of my parents home in Surrey. The hills of Norway are not a distant memory yet, my knees are still tight and my bike gear is strewn all over the floor of my room, but I’m back on home ground Continue reading
I packed my rain soaked tent down under a heavy sky and set off from the campsite in my wet weather gear. First stop was to buy food for the day in Flekkefjord before heading in to the hills. But as I rode in to the deserted town I remembered Continue reading