Marrakech has been on my Bucket List for a long time and last year during our 6-months in Europe, Jon and I had the pleasure of spending 4 days there.
We checked into Riad Moullard, which is located within the old city wall of Marrakech, the Medina. Our riad served as a necessary oasis amongst the hustle and bustle of the dusty Marrakech streets. Our room felt typically Moorish and just outside our door was a delightful internal patio with sunken lounges, lots of cushions and a plunge pool. The roof top terrace was a great place to be at dusk and enjoy a cool drink while watching Read More
For as long as I can remember I have been intrigued with France and fantasised about living there for a little while to fully soak up the culture. In my final years of school I even elected to study the French language, knowing that this subject held no weighting towards my “Tertiary Entrance Score”. Various travel shows and movies have further fuelled my interest in Read More
I’m like a pig in mud tonight. Jon and Cyril (my father inlaw) have gone down to the pub to catch up with some friends and I’ve opted to stay in. This is a rare treat for me these past 6 months. Anyway here I am in country Hampshire England cooking up a Tortilla Española while sipping a glass of red wine from Chateau La Canorgue in France (where they filmed “A Good Year” with Russel Crowe, more on that in my next post) and nibbling on some of Cyril’s vintage cheddar cheese. I’m off to the lounge now to put my feet up and watch Grand Designs . . . . for me it just doesn’t get much better than this. It’s pure bliss.
Today it dawned on me like never before how the things that are most important to me in life very much reflect the aspirations of my Mother. My Mum Julia passed on from this life seven years ago at the young age of 58. I loved my Mum very much and as a daughter I felt very close to her, but at times since her passing I’ve wondered how much I really knew or understood her as a woman. I mean as an individual without the roles and responsibilities that come with raising a family. Who was my mother really with out all of this? Read More