Today I embark on the new chapter I spoke of in my last post. It no longer stands as a concept, I am finally on the move, and it is real. As I write, my stomach rumbles with nerves, not only for the journey ahead of me today, but also for my long-term future that is hidden in a rising mist. I do not have a return ticket this time. I have gone- I am mid flux on the Irish Sea, where upon two trains and a bus ride later I will land up at my new dwelling. The luggage accompanying me today stands larger than myself and encompasses my…

Hello, Sometimes spring takes us unexpectedly and one is roused earlier in the morning by the communication of the birds, hollering frantically, forcefully declaring their territory to one another. And on some days, spring seeps through the window panes and the cloth of the curtains more ardently than before. The spring sunlight penetrates one's eyelids with a welcoming glow. It is early March, and the lambs bleat and play, much like children do. My body feels more restless and energetic as if the spring is calling me to take part in whatever role I am to play today. Spring, the season of new life, resurrection and of miracles. And sometimes…

Hello, Firstly I would like to welcome my Granny and Grandad to the world, wide, web. After receiving a good old-fashioned letter from my Grandmother this morning, she excitedly alerted me to the fact she has just got a ‘tablet’. I think this purchase shows my Granny’s great ability to adapt and develop new skills. I feel very proud of her and I shall endeavor to be as engaged in the world as she is when I become a Granny one day! Who knows, Granny might even set up her own blog?! Blogging has become an important cog in my very being. From today my blog posts are going to…

Hello! As I mentioned last week, today’s post is all about veg, amongst other tasty gems that can be found twinkling inside the walled garden on a sunny September evening. Even though the winter chill will soon be creeping in upon us, there are a number of fruit and veg that are still thriving. I for one have to keep reminding myself not to buy veg at the supermarket! We have an array of Onions, Courgettes, Runner Beans, Potatoes, Tomatoes, Beetroot, Swiss chard, Plums, Pears, Autumn- Raspberries and last but not least there are Apples galore! [caption id="attachment_202" align="aligncenter" width="644"] Jonathan selects Veg for Supper[/caption] I found the Victoria Plum tree…

Hello, it has been three weeks or so since my last post. I am happy to say I have been itching to get back to my blogging, especially as this is my tenth post! I am back home breathing the Irish air. And how amiable this land of cow pats and daisy chains is! I had quite forgotten about my long coat and scarf: now they engulf my body that had acclimatised to the Mediterranean heat. Dare I even say a log fire was needed to heat the cockles of my soul yesterday… Autumn is taking reign over Summer like an older sibling might guide a reluctant younger sibling back…

Hello, it has been a little over a week since my last post. I am glad to say the delay has been due to my having a hectic and joyful time. Last weekend, I was back in my ‘homeland’ (the UK) for Grandad-Norfolk’s wedding. By the way, Grandad-Norfolk is a pretty self-explanatory nickname my siblings gave our Grandad who lives in Norfolk. It was really very special to be in the presence of the love of two people who had had so much life experience. And with their individual life experiences came lots of family and many Grandchildren… Altogether there were sixteen of us Grandchildren, from ages three to twenty-four.…

Today I write this from the Garden at Butlerstown where I live. I am within the walled garden. The red brick walls once straight and towering, stand today slightly slanting in age; like the slow and gradual curvature of an old woman’s spine, yet the wall is strong enough to create a sense of invulnerability. For this aged wall had protected the countless vegetables, fruits and roses for one hundred and ten years against wrathful sea storm gales. [caption id="attachment_115" align="alignnone" width="291"] Our Chickens enjoying the long grass[/caption] [caption id="attachment_114" align="alignright" width="215"] Found these Beauts- not sure what they are![/caption] Today is so pleasant it is hard to imagine a…

Hello, Living here often prompts the lagoon of my memory to pounce upon me. Usually it is a scent that has the effortless power to pluck me from my present and plonk me into my past. The scent of a country road, perhaps triggered by a single wild flower, transports me to my childhood days spent in Norfolk. The scent wafts up my nostrils and dictates my brain to find this submerged recollection. For a moment I am eleven years old again. Free of all things adult and rural Norfolk is briefly my playground once again. I scamper down to a lush and overgrown stream on my own. I get…

[caption id="attachment_7" align="alignright" width="200"] The Family Sheep out in the field... As you can see I am out in the sticks![/caption] Hello, I write this post as the sounds of lambs and bird song resonate through my open window, which I wish I could share with you! This is my first blog and the first of many posts to come (I hope)! I can tell you it feels equally exciting for me, as it is daunting. It feels like a huge white, blank canvas- clinical and perfect and I must add something impressive to it. I researched some advice for writing ‘your’ first blog post and it said: “it may…

Today I embark on the new chapter I spoke of in my last post. It no longer stands as a concept, I am finally on the move, and it is real. As I write, my stomach rumbles with nerves, not only for the journey ahead of me today, but also for my long-term future that is hidden in a rising mist. I do not have a return ticket this time. I have gone- I am mid flux on the Irish Sea, where upon two trains and a bus ride later I will land up at my new dwelling. The luggage accompanying me today stands larger than myself and encompasses my…

Hello, Sometimes spring takes us unexpectedly and one is roused earlier in the morning by the communication of the birds, hollering frantically, forcefully declaring their territory to one another. And on some days, spring seeps through the window panes and the cloth of the curtains more ardently than before. The spring sunlight penetrates one's eyelids with a welcoming glow. It is early March, and the lambs bleat and play, much like children do. My body feels more restless and energetic as if the spring is calling me to take part in whatever role I am to play today. Spring, the season of new life, resurrection and of miracles. And sometimes…

Hello, Firstly I would like to welcome my Granny and Grandad to the world, wide, web. After receiving a good old-fashioned letter from my Grandmother this morning, she excitedly alerted me to the fact she has just got a ‘tablet’. I think this purchase shows my Granny’s great ability to adapt and develop new skills. I feel very proud of her and I shall endeavor to be as engaged in the world as she is when I become a Granny one day! Who knows, Granny might even set up her own blog?! Blogging has become an important cog in my very being. From today my blog posts are going to…

Hello! As I mentioned last week, today’s post is all about veg, amongst other tasty gems that can be found twinkling inside the walled garden on a sunny September evening. Even though the winter chill will soon be creeping in upon us, there are a number of fruit and veg that are still thriving. I for one have to keep reminding myself not to buy veg at the supermarket! We have an array of Onions, Courgettes, Runner Beans, Potatoes, Tomatoes, Beetroot, Swiss chard, Plums, Pears, Autumn- Raspberries and last but not least there are Apples galore! [caption id="attachment_202" align="aligncenter" width="644"] Jonathan selects Veg for Supper[/caption] I found the Victoria Plum tree…

Hello, it has been three weeks or so since my last post. I am happy to say I have been itching to get back to my blogging, especially as this is my tenth post! I am back home breathing the Irish air. And how amiable this land of cow pats and daisy chains is! I had quite forgotten about my long coat and scarf: now they engulf my body that had acclimatised to the Mediterranean heat. Dare I even say a log fire was needed to heat the cockles of my soul yesterday… Autumn is taking reign over Summer like an older sibling might guide a reluctant younger sibling back…

Hello, it has been a little over a week since my last post. I am glad to say the delay has been due to my having a hectic and joyful time. Last weekend, I was back in my ‘homeland’ (the UK) for Grandad-Norfolk’s wedding. By the way, Grandad-Norfolk is a pretty self-explanatory nickname my siblings gave our Grandad who lives in Norfolk. It was really very special to be in the presence of the love of two people who had had so much life experience. And with their individual life experiences came lots of family and many Grandchildren… Altogether there were sixteen of us Grandchildren, from ages three to twenty-four.…

Today I write this from the Garden at Butlerstown where I live. I am within the walled garden. The red brick walls once straight and towering, stand today slightly slanting in age; like the slow and gradual curvature of an old woman’s spine, yet the wall is strong enough to create a sense of invulnerability. For this aged wall had protected the countless vegetables, fruits and roses for one hundred and ten years against wrathful sea storm gales. [caption id="attachment_115" align="alignnone" width="291"] Our Chickens enjoying the long grass[/caption] [caption id="attachment_114" align="alignright" width="215"] Found these Beauts- not sure what they are![/caption] Today is so pleasant it is hard to imagine a…

Hello, Living here often prompts the lagoon of my memory to pounce upon me. Usually it is a scent that has the effortless power to pluck me from my present and plonk me into my past. The scent of a country road, perhaps triggered by a single wild flower, transports me to my childhood days spent in Norfolk. The scent wafts up my nostrils and dictates my brain to find this submerged recollection. For a moment I am eleven years old again. Free of all things adult and rural Norfolk is briefly my playground once again. I scamper down to a lush and overgrown stream on my own. I get…

[caption id="attachment_7" align="alignright" width="200"] The Family Sheep out in the field... As you can see I am out in the sticks![/caption] Hello, I write this post as the sounds of lambs and bird song resonate through my open window, which I wish I could share with you! This is my first blog and the first of many posts to come (I hope)! I can tell you it feels equally exciting for me, as it is daunting. It feels like a huge white, blank canvas- clinical and perfect and I must add something impressive to it. I researched some advice for writing ‘your’ first blog post and it said: “it may…

Today I embark on the new chapter I spoke of in my last post. It no longer stands as a concept, I am finally on the move, and it is real. As I write, my stomach rumbles with nerves, not only for the journey ahead of me today, but also for my long-term future that is hidden in a rising mist. I do not have a return ticket this time. I have gone- I am mid flux on the Irish Sea, where upon two trains and a bus ride later I will land up at my new dwelling. The luggage accompanying me today stands larger than myself and encompasses my…

Hello, Sometimes spring takes us unexpectedly and one is roused earlier in the morning by the communication of the birds, hollering frantically, forcefully declaring their territory to one another. And on some days, spring seeps through the window panes and the cloth of the curtains more ardently than before. The spring sunlight penetrates one's eyelids with a welcoming glow. It is early March, and the lambs bleat and play, much like children do. My body feels more restless and energetic as if the spring is calling me to take part in whatever role I am to play today. Spring, the season of new life, resurrection and of miracles. And sometimes…

Hello, Firstly I would like to welcome my Granny and Grandad to the world, wide, web. After receiving a good old-fashioned letter from my Grandmother this morning, she excitedly alerted me to the fact she has just got a ‘tablet’. I think this purchase shows my Granny’s great ability to adapt and develop new skills. I feel very proud of her and I shall endeavor to be as engaged in the world as she is when I become a Granny one day! Who knows, Granny might even set up her own blog?! Blogging has become an important cog in my very being. From today my blog posts are going to…

Hello! As I mentioned last week, today’s post is all about veg, amongst other tasty gems that can be found twinkling inside the walled garden on a sunny September evening. Even though the winter chill will soon be creeping in upon us, there are a number of fruit and veg that are still thriving. I for one have to keep reminding myself not to buy veg at the supermarket! We have an array of Onions, Courgettes, Runner Beans, Potatoes, Tomatoes, Beetroot, Swiss chard, Plums, Pears, Autumn- Raspberries and last but not least there are Apples galore! [caption id="attachment_202" align="aligncenter" width="644"] Jonathan selects Veg for Supper[/caption] I found the Victoria Plum tree…

Hello, it has been three weeks or so since my last post. I am happy to say I have been itching to get back to my blogging, especially as this is my tenth post! I am back home breathing the Irish air. And how amiable this land of cow pats and daisy chains is! I had quite forgotten about my long coat and scarf: now they engulf my body that had acclimatised to the Mediterranean heat. Dare I even say a log fire was needed to heat the cockles of my soul yesterday… Autumn is taking reign over Summer like an older sibling might guide a reluctant younger sibling back…

Hello, it has been a little over a week since my last post. I am glad to say the delay has been due to my having a hectic and joyful time. Last weekend, I was back in my ‘homeland’ (the UK) for Grandad-Norfolk’s wedding. By the way, Grandad-Norfolk is a pretty self-explanatory nickname my siblings gave our Grandad who lives in Norfolk. It was really very special to be in the presence of the love of two people who had had so much life experience. And with their individual life experiences came lots of family and many Grandchildren… Altogether there were sixteen of us Grandchildren, from ages three to twenty-four.…

Today I write this from the Garden at Butlerstown where I live. I am within the walled garden. The red brick walls once straight and towering, stand today slightly slanting in age; like the slow and gradual curvature of an old woman’s spine, yet the wall is strong enough to create a sense of invulnerability. For this aged wall had protected the countless vegetables, fruits and roses for one hundred and ten years against wrathful sea storm gales. [caption id="attachment_115" align="alignnone" width="291"] Our Chickens enjoying the long grass[/caption] [caption id="attachment_114" align="alignright" width="215"] Found these Beauts- not sure what they are![/caption] Today is so pleasant it is hard to imagine a…

Hello, Living here often prompts the lagoon of my memory to pounce upon me. Usually it is a scent that has the effortless power to pluck me from my present and plonk me into my past. The scent of a country road, perhaps triggered by a single wild flower, transports me to my childhood days spent in Norfolk. The scent wafts up my nostrils and dictates my brain to find this submerged recollection. For a moment I am eleven years old again. Free of all things adult and rural Norfolk is briefly my playground once again. I scamper down to a lush and overgrown stream on my own. I get…

[caption id="attachment_7" align="alignright" width="200"] The Family Sheep out in the field... As you can see I am out in the sticks![/caption] Hello, I write this post as the sounds of lambs and bird song resonate through my open window, which I wish I could share with you! This is my first blog and the first of many posts to come (I hope)! I can tell you it feels equally exciting for me, as it is daunting. It feels like a huge white, blank canvas- clinical and perfect and I must add something impressive to it. I researched some advice for writing ‘your’ first blog post and it said: “it may…

Today I embark on the new chapter I spoke of in my last post. It no longer stands as a concept, I am finally on the move, and it is real. As I write, my stomach rumbles with nerves, not only for the journey ahead of me today, but also for my long-term future that is hidden in a rising mist. I do not have a return ticket this time. I have gone- I am mid flux on the Irish Sea, where upon two trains and a bus ride later I will land up at my new dwelling. The luggage accompanying me today stands larger than myself and encompasses my…

Hello, Sometimes spring takes us unexpectedly and one is roused earlier in the morning by the communication of the birds, hollering frantically, forcefully declaring their territory to one another. And on some days, spring seeps through the window panes and the cloth of the curtains more ardently than before. The spring sunlight penetrates one's eyelids with a welcoming glow. It is early March, and the lambs bleat and play, much like children do. My body feels more restless and energetic as if the spring is calling me to take part in whatever role I am to play today. Spring, the season of new life, resurrection and of miracles. And sometimes…

Hello, Firstly I would like to welcome my Granny and Grandad to the world, wide, web. After receiving a good old-fashioned letter from my Grandmother this morning, she excitedly alerted me to the fact she has just got a ‘tablet’. I think this purchase shows my Granny’s great ability to adapt and develop new skills. I feel very proud of her and I shall endeavor to be as engaged in the world as she is when I become a Granny one day! Who knows, Granny might even set up her own blog?! Blogging has become an important cog in my very being. From today my blog posts are going to…

Hello! As I mentioned last week, today’s post is all about veg, amongst other tasty gems that can be found twinkling inside the walled garden on a sunny September evening. Even though the winter chill will soon be creeping in upon us, there are a number of fruit and veg that are still thriving. I for one have to keep reminding myself not to buy veg at the supermarket! We have an array of Onions, Courgettes, Runner Beans, Potatoes, Tomatoes, Beetroot, Swiss chard, Plums, Pears, Autumn- Raspberries and last but not least there are Apples galore! [caption id="attachment_202" align="aligncenter" width="644"] Jonathan selects Veg for Supper[/caption] I found the Victoria Plum tree…

Hello, it has been three weeks or so since my last post. I am happy to say I have been itching to get back to my blogging, especially as this is my tenth post! I am back home breathing the Irish air. And how amiable this land of cow pats and daisy chains is! I had quite forgotten about my long coat and scarf: now they engulf my body that had acclimatised to the Mediterranean heat. Dare I even say a log fire was needed to heat the cockles of my soul yesterday… Autumn is taking reign over Summer like an older sibling might guide a reluctant younger sibling back…

Hello, it has been a little over a week since my last post. I am glad to say the delay has been due to my having a hectic and joyful time. Last weekend, I was back in my ‘homeland’ (the UK) for Grandad-Norfolk’s wedding. By the way, Grandad-Norfolk is a pretty self-explanatory nickname my siblings gave our Grandad who lives in Norfolk. It was really very special to be in the presence of the love of two people who had had so much life experience. And with their individual life experiences came lots of family and many Grandchildren… Altogether there were sixteen of us Grandchildren, from ages three to twenty-four.…

Today I write this from the Garden at Butlerstown where I live. I am within the walled garden. The red brick walls once straight and towering, stand today slightly slanting in age; like the slow and gradual curvature of an old woman’s spine, yet the wall is strong enough to create a sense of invulnerability. For this aged wall had protected the countless vegetables, fruits and roses for one hundred and ten years against wrathful sea storm gales. [caption id="attachment_115" align="alignnone" width="291"] Our Chickens enjoying the long grass[/caption] [caption id="attachment_114" align="alignright" width="215"] Found these Beauts- not sure what they are![/caption] Today is so pleasant it is hard to imagine a…

Hello, Living here often prompts the lagoon of my memory to pounce upon me. Usually it is a scent that has the effortless power to pluck me from my present and plonk me into my past. The scent of a country road, perhaps triggered by a single wild flower, transports me to my childhood days spent in Norfolk. The scent wafts up my nostrils and dictates my brain to find this submerged recollection. For a moment I am eleven years old again. Free of all things adult and rural Norfolk is briefly my playground once again. I scamper down to a lush and overgrown stream on my own. I get…

[caption id="attachment_7" align="alignright" width="200"] The Family Sheep out in the field... As you can see I am out in the sticks![/caption] Hello, I write this post as the sounds of lambs and bird song resonate through my open window, which I wish I could share with you! This is my first blog and the first of many posts to come (I hope)! I can tell you it feels equally exciting for me, as it is daunting. It feels like a huge white, blank canvas- clinical and perfect and I must add something impressive to it. I researched some advice for writing ‘your’ first blog post and it said: “it may…

Today I embark on the new chapter I spoke of in my last post. It no longer stands as a concept, I am finally on the move, and it is real. As I write, my stomach rumbles with nerves, not only for the journey ahead of me today, but also for my long-term future that is hidden in a rising mist. I do not have a return ticket this time. I have gone- I am mid flux on the Irish Sea, where upon two trains and a bus ride later I will land up at my new dwelling. The luggage accompanying me today stands larger than myself and encompasses my…

Hello, Sometimes spring takes us unexpectedly and one is roused earlier in the morning by the communication of the birds, hollering frantically, forcefully declaring their territory to one another. And on some days, spring seeps through the window panes and the cloth of the curtains more ardently than before. The spring sunlight penetrates one's eyelids with a welcoming glow. It is early March, and the lambs bleat and play, much like children do. My body feels more restless and energetic as if the spring is calling me to take part in whatever role I am to play today. Spring, the season of new life, resurrection and of miracles. And sometimes…

Hello, Firstly I would like to welcome my Granny and Grandad to the world, wide, web. After receiving a good old-fashioned letter from my Grandmother this morning, she excitedly alerted me to the fact she has just got a ‘tablet’. I think this purchase shows my Granny’s great ability to adapt and develop new skills. I feel very proud of her and I shall endeavor to be as engaged in the world as she is when I become a Granny one day! Who knows, Granny might even set up her own blog?! Blogging has become an important cog in my very being. From today my blog posts are going to…

Hello! As I mentioned last week, today’s post is all about veg, amongst other tasty gems that can be found twinkling inside the walled garden on a sunny September evening. Even though the winter chill will soon be creeping in upon us, there are a number of fruit and veg that are still thriving. I for one have to keep reminding myself not to buy veg at the supermarket! We have an array of Onions, Courgettes, Runner Beans, Potatoes, Tomatoes, Beetroot, Swiss chard, Plums, Pears, Autumn- Raspberries and last but not least there are Apples galore! [caption id="attachment_202" align="aligncenter" width="644"] Jonathan selects Veg for Supper[/caption] I found the Victoria Plum tree…

Hello, it has been three weeks or so since my last post. I am happy to say I have been itching to get back to my blogging, especially as this is my tenth post! I am back home breathing the Irish air. And how amiable this land of cow pats and daisy chains is! I had quite forgotten about my long coat and scarf: now they engulf my body that had acclimatised to the Mediterranean heat. Dare I even say a log fire was needed to heat the cockles of my soul yesterday… Autumn is taking reign over Summer like an older sibling might guide a reluctant younger sibling back…

Hello, it has been a little over a week since my last post. I am glad to say the delay has been due to my having a hectic and joyful time. Last weekend, I was back in my ‘homeland’ (the UK) for Grandad-Norfolk’s wedding. By the way, Grandad-Norfolk is a pretty self-explanatory nickname my siblings gave our Grandad who lives in Norfolk. It was really very special to be in the presence of the love of two people who had had so much life experience. And with their individual life experiences came lots of family and many Grandchildren… Altogether there were sixteen of us Grandchildren, from ages three to twenty-four.…

Today I write this from the Garden at Butlerstown where I live. I am within the walled garden. The red brick walls once straight and towering, stand today slightly slanting in age; like the slow and gradual curvature of an old woman’s spine, yet the wall is strong enough to create a sense of invulnerability. For this aged wall had protected the countless vegetables, fruits and roses for one hundred and ten years against wrathful sea storm gales. [caption id="attachment_115" align="alignnone" width="291"] Our Chickens enjoying the long grass[/caption] [caption id="attachment_114" align="alignright" width="215"] Found these Beauts- not sure what they are![/caption] Today is so pleasant it is hard to imagine a…

Hello, Living here often prompts the lagoon of my memory to pounce upon me. Usually it is a scent that has the effortless power to pluck me from my present and plonk me into my past. The scent of a country road, perhaps triggered by a single wild flower, transports me to my childhood days spent in Norfolk. The scent wafts up my nostrils and dictates my brain to find this submerged recollection. For a moment I am eleven years old again. Free of all things adult and rural Norfolk is briefly my playground once again. I scamper down to a lush and overgrown stream on my own. I get…

[caption id="attachment_7" align="alignright" width="200"] The Family Sheep out in the field... As you can see I am out in the sticks![/caption] Hello, I write this post as the sounds of lambs and bird song resonate through my open window, which I wish I could share with you! This is my first blog and the first of many posts to come (I hope)! I can tell you it feels equally exciting for me, as it is daunting. It feels like a huge white, blank canvas- clinical and perfect and I must add something impressive to it. I researched some advice for writing ‘your’ first blog post and it said: “it may…

Today I embark on the new chapter I spoke of in my last post. It no longer stands as a concept, I am finally on the move, and it is real. As I write, my stomach rumbles with nerves, not only for the journey ahead of me today, but also for my long-term future that is hidden in a rising mist. I do not have a return ticket this time. I have gone- I am mid flux on the Irish Sea, where upon two trains and a bus ride later I will land up at my new dwelling. The luggage accompanying me today stands larger than myself and encompasses my…

Hello, Sometimes spring takes us unexpectedly and one is roused earlier in the morning by the communication of the birds, hollering frantically, forcefully declaring their territory to one another. And on some days, spring seeps through the window panes and the cloth of the curtains more ardently than before. The spring sunlight penetrates one's eyelids with a welcoming glow. It is early March, and the lambs bleat and play, much like children do. My body feels more restless and energetic as if the spring is calling me to take part in whatever role I am to play today. Spring, the season of new life, resurrection and of miracles. And sometimes…

Hello, Firstly I would like to welcome my Granny and Grandad to the world, wide, web. After receiving a good old-fashioned letter from my Grandmother this morning, she excitedly alerted me to the fact she has just got a ‘tablet’. I think this purchase shows my Granny’s great ability to adapt and develop new skills. I feel very proud of her and I shall endeavor to be as engaged in the world as she is when I become a Granny one day! Who knows, Granny might even set up her own blog?! Blogging has become an important cog in my very being. From today my blog posts are going to…

Hello! As I mentioned last week, today’s post is all about veg, amongst other tasty gems that can be found twinkling inside the walled garden on a sunny September evening. Even though the winter chill will soon be creeping in upon us, there are a number of fruit and veg that are still thriving. I for one have to keep reminding myself not to buy veg at the supermarket! We have an array of Onions, Courgettes, Runner Beans, Potatoes, Tomatoes, Beetroot, Swiss chard, Plums, Pears, Autumn- Raspberries and last but not least there are Apples galore! [caption id="attachment_202" align="aligncenter" width="644"] Jonathan selects Veg for Supper[/caption] I found the Victoria Plum tree…

Hello, it has been three weeks or so since my last post. I am happy to say I have been itching to get back to my blogging, especially as this is my tenth post! I am back home breathing the Irish air. And how amiable this land of cow pats and daisy chains is! I had quite forgotten about my long coat and scarf: now they engulf my body that had acclimatised to the Mediterranean heat. Dare I even say a log fire was needed to heat the cockles of my soul yesterday… Autumn is taking reign over Summer like an older sibling might guide a reluctant younger sibling back…

Hello, it has been a little over a week since my last post. I am glad to say the delay has been due to my having a hectic and joyful time. Last weekend, I was back in my ‘homeland’ (the UK) for Grandad-Norfolk’s wedding. By the way, Grandad-Norfolk is a pretty self-explanatory nickname my siblings gave our Grandad who lives in Norfolk. It was really very special to be in the presence of the love of two people who had had so much life experience. And with their individual life experiences came lots of family and many Grandchildren… Altogether there were sixteen of us Grandchildren, from ages three to twenty-four.…

Today I write this from the Garden at Butlerstown where I live. I am within the walled garden. The red brick walls once straight and towering, stand today slightly slanting in age; like the slow and gradual curvature of an old woman’s spine, yet the wall is strong enough to create a sense of invulnerability. For this aged wall had protected the countless vegetables, fruits and roses for one hundred and ten years against wrathful sea storm gales. [caption id="attachment_115" align="alignnone" width="291"] Our Chickens enjoying the long grass[/caption] [caption id="attachment_114" align="alignright" width="215"] Found these Beauts- not sure what they are![/caption] Today is so pleasant it is hard to imagine a…

Hello, Living here often prompts the lagoon of my memory to pounce upon me. Usually it is a scent that has the effortless power to pluck me from my present and plonk me into my past. The scent of a country road, perhaps triggered by a single wild flower, transports me to my childhood days spent in Norfolk. The scent wafts up my nostrils and dictates my brain to find this submerged recollection. For a moment I am eleven years old again. Free of all things adult and rural Norfolk is briefly my playground once again. I scamper down to a lush and overgrown stream on my own. I get…

[caption id="attachment_7" align="alignright" width="200"] The Family Sheep out in the field... As you can see I am out in the sticks![/caption] Hello, I write this post as the sounds of lambs and bird song resonate through my open window, which I wish I could share with you! This is my first blog and the first of many posts to come (I hope)! I can tell you it feels equally exciting for me, as it is daunting. It feels like a huge white, blank canvas- clinical and perfect and I must add something impressive to it. I researched some advice for writing ‘your’ first blog post and it said: “it may…

Today I embark on the new chapter I spoke of in my last post. It no longer stands as a concept, I am finally on the move, and it is real. As I write, my stomach rumbles with nerves, not only for the journey ahead of me today, but also for my long-term future that is hidden in a rising mist. I do not have a return ticket this time. I have gone- I am mid flux on the Irish Sea, where upon two trains and a bus ride later I will land up at my new dwelling. The luggage accompanying me today stands larger than myself and encompasses my…

Hello, Sometimes spring takes us unexpectedly and one is roused earlier in the morning by the communication of the birds, hollering frantically, forcefully declaring their territory to one another. And on some days, spring seeps through the window panes and the cloth of the curtains more ardently than before. The spring sunlight penetrates one's eyelids with a welcoming glow. It is early March, and the lambs bleat and play, much like children do. My body feels more restless and energetic as if the spring is calling me to take part in whatever role I am to play today. Spring, the season of new life, resurrection and of miracles. And sometimes…

Hello, Firstly I would like to welcome my Granny and Grandad to the world, wide, web. After receiving a good old-fashioned letter from my Grandmother this morning, she excitedly alerted me to the fact she has just got a ‘tablet’. I think this purchase shows my Granny’s great ability to adapt and develop new skills. I feel very proud of her and I shall endeavor to be as engaged in the world as she is when I become a Granny one day! Who knows, Granny might even set up her own blog?! Blogging has become an important cog in my very being. From today my blog posts are going to…

Hello! As I mentioned last week, today’s post is all about veg, amongst other tasty gems that can be found twinkling inside the walled garden on a sunny September evening. Even though the winter chill will soon be creeping in upon us, there are a number of fruit and veg that are still thriving. I for one have to keep reminding myself not to buy veg at the supermarket! We have an array of Onions, Courgettes, Runner Beans, Potatoes, Tomatoes, Beetroot, Swiss chard, Plums, Pears, Autumn- Raspberries and last but not least there are Apples galore! [caption id="attachment_202" align="aligncenter" width="644"] Jonathan selects Veg for Supper[/caption] I found the Victoria Plum tree…

Hello, it has been three weeks or so since my last post. I am happy to say I have been itching to get back to my blogging, especially as this is my tenth post! I am back home breathing the Irish air. And how amiable this land of cow pats and daisy chains is! I had quite forgotten about my long coat and scarf: now they engulf my body that had acclimatised to the Mediterranean heat. Dare I even say a log fire was needed to heat the cockles of my soul yesterday… Autumn is taking reign over Summer like an older sibling might guide a reluctant younger sibling back…

Hello, it has been a little over a week since my last post. I am glad to say the delay has been due to my having a hectic and joyful time. Last weekend, I was back in my ‘homeland’ (the UK) for Grandad-Norfolk’s wedding. By the way, Grandad-Norfolk is a pretty self-explanatory nickname my siblings gave our Grandad who lives in Norfolk. It was really very special to be in the presence of the love of two people who had had so much life experience. And with their individual life experiences came lots of family and many Grandchildren… Altogether there were sixteen of us Grandchildren, from ages three to twenty-four.…

Today I write this from the Garden at Butlerstown where I live. I am within the walled garden. The red brick walls once straight and towering, stand today slightly slanting in age; like the slow and gradual curvature of an old woman’s spine, yet the wall is strong enough to create a sense of invulnerability. For this aged wall had protected the countless vegetables, fruits and roses for one hundred and ten years against wrathful sea storm gales. [caption id="attachment_115" align="alignnone" width="291"] Our Chickens enjoying the long grass[/caption] [caption id="attachment_114" align="alignright" width="215"] Found these Beauts- not sure what they are![/caption] Today is so pleasant it is hard to imagine a…

Hello, Living here often prompts the lagoon of my memory to pounce upon me. Usually it is a scent that has the effortless power to pluck me from my present and plonk me into my past. The scent of a country road, perhaps triggered by a single wild flower, transports me to my childhood days spent in Norfolk. The scent wafts up my nostrils and dictates my brain to find this submerged recollection. For a moment I am eleven years old again. Free of all things adult and rural Norfolk is briefly my playground once again. I scamper down to a lush and overgrown stream on my own. I get…

[caption id="attachment_7" align="alignright" width="200"] The Family Sheep out in the field... As you can see I am out in the sticks![/caption] Hello, I write this post as the sounds of lambs and bird song resonate through my open window, which I wish I could share with you! This is my first blog and the first of many posts to come (I hope)! I can tell you it feels equally exciting for me, as it is daunting. It feels like a huge white, blank canvas- clinical and perfect and I must add something impressive to it. I researched some advice for writing ‘your’ first blog post and it said: “it may…

Today I embark on the new chapter I spoke of in my last post. It no longer stands as a concept, I am finally on the move, and it is real. As I write, my stomach rumbles with nerves, not only for the journey ahead of me today, but also for my long-term future that is hidden in a rising mist. I do not have a return ticket this time. I have gone- I am mid flux on the Irish Sea, where upon two trains and a bus ride later I will land up at my new dwelling. The luggage accompanying me today stands larger than myself and encompasses my…

Hello, Sometimes spring takes us unexpectedly and one is roused earlier in the morning by the communication of the birds, hollering frantically, forcefully declaring their territory to one another. And on some days, spring seeps through the window panes and the cloth of the curtains more ardently than before. The spring sunlight penetrates one's eyelids with a welcoming glow. It is early March, and the lambs bleat and play, much like children do. My body feels more restless and energetic as if the spring is calling me to take part in whatever role I am to play today. Spring, the season of new life, resurrection and of miracles. And sometimes…

Hello, Firstly I would like to welcome my Granny and Grandad to the world, wide, web. After receiving a good old-fashioned letter from my Grandmother this morning, she excitedly alerted me to the fact she has just got a ‘tablet’. I think this purchase shows my Granny’s great ability to adapt and develop new skills. I feel very proud of her and I shall endeavor to be as engaged in the world as she is when I become a Granny one day! Who knows, Granny might even set up her own blog?! Blogging has become an important cog in my very being. From today my blog posts are going to…

Hello! As I mentioned last week, today’s post is all about veg, amongst other tasty gems that can be found twinkling inside the walled garden on a sunny September evening. Even though the winter chill will soon be creeping in upon us, there are a number of fruit and veg that are still thriving. I for one have to keep reminding myself not to buy veg at the supermarket! We have an array of Onions, Courgettes, Runner Beans, Potatoes, Tomatoes, Beetroot, Swiss chard, Plums, Pears, Autumn- Raspberries and last but not least there are Apples galore! [caption id="attachment_202" align="aligncenter" width="644"] Jonathan selects Veg for Supper[/caption] I found the Victoria Plum tree…

Hello, it has been three weeks or so since my last post. I am happy to say I have been itching to get back to my blogging, especially as this is my tenth post! I am back home breathing the Irish air. And how amiable this land of cow pats and daisy chains is! I had quite forgotten about my long coat and scarf: now they engulf my body that had acclimatised to the Mediterranean heat. Dare I even say a log fire was needed to heat the cockles of my soul yesterday… Autumn is taking reign over Summer like an older sibling might guide a reluctant younger sibling back…

Hello, it has been a little over a week since my last post. I am glad to say the delay has been due to my having a hectic and joyful time. Last weekend, I was back in my ‘homeland’ (the UK) for Grandad-Norfolk’s wedding. By the way, Grandad-Norfolk is a pretty self-explanatory nickname my siblings gave our Grandad who lives in Norfolk. It was really very special to be in the presence of the love of two people who had had so much life experience. And with their individual life experiences came lots of family and many Grandchildren… Altogether there were sixteen of us Grandchildren, from ages three to twenty-four.…

Today I write this from the Garden at Butlerstown where I live. I am within the walled garden. The red brick walls once straight and towering, stand today slightly slanting in age; like the slow and gradual curvature of an old woman’s spine, yet the wall is strong enough to create a sense of invulnerability. For this aged wall had protected the countless vegetables, fruits and roses for one hundred and ten years against wrathful sea storm gales. [caption id="attachment_115" align="alignnone" width="291"] Our Chickens enjoying the long grass[/caption] [caption id="attachment_114" align="alignright" width="215"] Found these Beauts- not sure what they are![/caption] Today is so pleasant it is hard to imagine a…

Hello, Living here often prompts the lagoon of my memory to pounce upon me. Usually it is a scent that has the effortless power to pluck me from my present and plonk me into my past. The scent of a country road, perhaps triggered by a single wild flower, transports me to my childhood days spent in Norfolk. The scent wafts up my nostrils and dictates my brain to find this submerged recollection. For a moment I am eleven years old again. Free of all things adult and rural Norfolk is briefly my playground once again. I scamper down to a lush and overgrown stream on my own. I get…

[caption id="attachment_7" align="alignright" width="200"] The Family Sheep out in the field... As you can see I am out in the sticks![/caption] Hello, I write this post as the sounds of lambs and bird song resonate through my open window, which I wish I could share with you! This is my first blog and the first of many posts to come (I hope)! I can tell you it feels equally exciting for me, as it is daunting. It feels like a huge white, blank canvas- clinical and perfect and I must add something impressive to it. I researched some advice for writing ‘your’ first blog post and it said: “it may…

Today I embark on the new chapter I spoke of in my last post. It no longer stands as a concept, I am finally on the move, and it is real. As I write, my stomach rumbles with nerves, not only for the journey ahead of me today, but also for my long-term future that is hidden in a rising mist. I do not have a return ticket this time. I have gone- I am mid flux on the Irish Sea, where upon two trains and a bus ride later I will land up at my new dwelling. The luggage accompanying me today stands larger than myself and encompasses my…

Hello, Sometimes spring takes us unexpectedly and one is roused earlier in the morning by the communication of the birds, hollering frantically, forcefully declaring their territory to one another. And on some days, spring seeps through the window panes and the cloth of the curtains more ardently than before. The spring sunlight penetrates one's eyelids with a welcoming glow. It is early March, and the lambs bleat and play, much like children do. My body feels more restless and energetic as if the spring is calling me to take part in whatever role I am to play today. Spring, the season of new life, resurrection and of miracles. And sometimes…

Hello, Firstly I would like to welcome my Granny and Grandad to the world, wide, web. After receiving a good old-fashioned letter from my Grandmother this morning, she excitedly alerted me to the fact she has just got a ‘tablet’. I think this purchase shows my Granny’s great ability to adapt and develop new skills. I feel very proud of her and I shall endeavor to be as engaged in the world as she is when I become a Granny one day! Who knows, Granny might even set up her own blog?! Blogging has become an important cog in my very being. From today my blog posts are going to…

Hello! As I mentioned last week, today’s post is all about veg, amongst other tasty gems that can be found twinkling inside the walled garden on a sunny September evening. Even though the winter chill will soon be creeping in upon us, there are a number of fruit and veg that are still thriving. I for one have to keep reminding myself not to buy veg at the supermarket! We have an array of Onions, Courgettes, Runner Beans, Potatoes, Tomatoes, Beetroot, Swiss chard, Plums, Pears, Autumn- Raspberries and last but not least there are Apples galore! [caption id="attachment_202" align="aligncenter" width="644"] Jonathan selects Veg for Supper[/caption] I found the Victoria Plum tree…

Hello, it has been three weeks or so since my last post. I am happy to say I have been itching to get back to my blogging, especially as this is my tenth post! I am back home breathing the Irish air. And how amiable this land of cow pats and daisy chains is! I had quite forgotten about my long coat and scarf: now they engulf my body that had acclimatised to the Mediterranean heat. Dare I even say a log fire was needed to heat the cockles of my soul yesterday… Autumn is taking reign over Summer like an older sibling might guide a reluctant younger sibling back…

Hello, it has been a little over a week since my last post. I am glad to say the delay has been due to my having a hectic and joyful time. Last weekend, I was back in my ‘homeland’ (the UK) for Grandad-Norfolk’s wedding. By the way, Grandad-Norfolk is a pretty self-explanatory nickname my siblings gave our Grandad who lives in Norfolk. It was really very special to be in the presence of the love of two people who had had so much life experience. And with their individual life experiences came lots of family and many Grandchildren… Altogether there were sixteen of us Grandchildren, from ages three to twenty-four.…

Today I write this from the Garden at Butlerstown where I live. I am within the walled garden. The red brick walls once straight and towering, stand today slightly slanting in age; like the slow and gradual curvature of an old woman’s spine, yet the wall is strong enough to create a sense of invulnerability. For this aged wall had protected the countless vegetables, fruits and roses for one hundred and ten years against wrathful sea storm gales. [caption id="attachment_115" align="alignnone" width="291"] Our Chickens enjoying the long grass[/caption] [caption id="attachment_114" align="alignright" width="215"] Found these Beauts- not sure what they are![/caption] Today is so pleasant it is hard to imagine a…

Hello, Living here often prompts the lagoon of my memory to pounce upon me. Usually it is a scent that has the effortless power to pluck me from my present and plonk me into my past. The scent of a country road, perhaps triggered by a single wild flower, transports me to my childhood days spent in Norfolk. The scent wafts up my nostrils and dictates my brain to find this submerged recollection. For a moment I am eleven years old again. Free of all things adult and rural Norfolk is briefly my playground once again. I scamper down to a lush and overgrown stream on my own. I get…

[caption id="attachment_7" align="alignright" width="200"] The Family Sheep out in the field... As you can see I am out in the sticks![/caption] Hello, I write this post as the sounds of lambs and bird song resonate through my open window, which I wish I could share with you! This is my first blog and the first of many posts to come (I hope)! I can tell you it feels equally exciting for me, as it is daunting. It feels like a huge white, blank canvas- clinical and perfect and I must add something impressive to it. I researched some advice for writing ‘your’ first blog post and it said: “it may…