Feb 26, 2020 | Travelling Tales
The first time my confirmed Francophile husband (CFH) went to Spain was on a Contiki tour with a bus load of Antipodeans. He has hazy memories of dancing fountains in Barcelona but not much else. The second time was with me, some 28 years later. I was keen to impress...
Jan 21, 2019 | Mental Health, This First World Life, Travelling Tales
I went to Melbourne recently for an event to promote my books, raise awareness about anxiety and depression and share some of my story. It just so happened to coincide with the start of the Australian Open – what perfect timing. Travel, books, well-being and tennis:...
Jun 27, 2018 | Travelling Tales
A village market in Haute Provence. Locals kissing and chatting and bantering and complaining and wishing each other a good day. One enormous dog sniffing the rear of a very small dog. The dog owners looking on and laughing – ‘il n’est pas méchant,’ says the owner of...
Jun 12, 2017 | This First World Life, Travelling Tales
It is hard to believe that this weekend marked the 1st anniversary of the unimaginable horror that took place at the Bataclan concert hall in November 2016. One year on, Sting took the stage; there would have been no song more apt than the hauntingly beautiful...