Sandcastles & Scribbles

My forefingers pinch a crumpled paper bag, the remnants of a $1 lolly mix. In the other hand are two lemonade popsicles, melting beneath my fingertips. My thumbs are left to steer. We’re rebelliously bareheaded. Barefooted too. We ride our bikes in convoy through the campground along the carefully formed road. 5km per hour read … More The Good Life

Our footprints were distinctly shaped, marking our tracks in the snow. We even found animal prints on ice in this rural part of Sweden. We pondered. Could it be a reindeer come late or a smaller creature playing alongside the neatly carved cross country ski tracks? And then in a heartbeat we’re in flipflops, endearingly … More From Snowboots to Flipflops

They have a terrible reputation. Their sharp bitter personalities do them no favours. Like some US presidents they’re loved or loathed in equal measure. But still, every year they’re trotted out, these small green cabbages. Most people have to eat at least one, because that’s what you do in England. You eat brussel sprouts at … More Living a Christmas Movie