Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

Actually, 1085 metres is quite high enough for me, as it turns out. Six months ago, in the throes of an ongoing early midlife crisis, I was inspired by a Facebook ad for Macmillan's Snowdon Moonlight Hike. Hey, when would I ever get another chance like that? I wondered. Having reconciled the whole lunatic idea... Continue Reading →

Future Shock Forgotten For Now

A dreamy kid, I had a naive nostalgia for a bygone era viewed through a pair of heavily rose-tinted spectacles. At the age of fifteen, for an English oral test, I ranted for five whole minutes about the deforestation of the Amazon Basin. I cringe thinking about my teenage self being scoffed at in a... Continue Reading →


My daughter Rose has reached the age when children start to explore their identity by deciding how 'weird' they want to be. Her best friend, a bright little button who's good at EVERYTHING, announced recently that she has Dyspraxia. I find it hard to believe, but am sorry if that is the case, because if... Continue Reading →

Health Tip For The Middle Age #1

My friends might say that I am a mine of random information, an endless font of top tips, often unsolicited, but always well-meaning. Well, here's a new recommendation to share, which might come in very handy for anyone who feels a twinge somewhere about their person and is thinking of getting it checked out: When... Continue Reading →

Take a Hike

I do try to love all of 'God's Creatures' but this morning I struggled with flies and slugs. With five weeks to go before I attempt to ascend all 1085 metres of Mount Snowdon's rocky height, I have had to up my game with the 'Training'. I use inverted commas because I am not a... Continue Reading →

I’ve A Primeval Heart

Aged 13, dressed in white, with flowers in my hair and a candle in one hand I celebrated the summer solstice for the first time, alone. Looking back, I see now, that I wasn't like other 13 year olds. Then, as I do now to a slightly lesser degree, I dwelt in a fairyland of... Continue Reading →

From The Sublime To The Meticulous

Always looking for contrasts and parallels, amusing juxtaposition, differences and connections, I found plenty today. As we joined the end of a snaking queue that led up the stairs and wove around the mezzanine coffee shop in the Sainsbury's superstore at Monks Cross, it was blindingly clear that Lego Trading Cards trump 'Art' as a... Continue Reading →

Retail Therapy

I live 18.3 miles from the nearest branch of John Lewis. I know. But don't cry for me, because pre 2014, if I needed a fix, I would have had to drive 53.7 miles into Leeds, and that is, you'll agree, unimaginable hardship. Back when I lived in Cambridge, John Lewis became one of my... Continue Reading →

British Summer Fashion Must-Haves

Conforming to a very British stereotype I shall now make an observation on the weather. It's 9 degrees, and it's raining, still. How disappointing it is to return from a week on a faraway sun-drenched island, having cultivated a very un-english tan, (nearly all over too!) only to be faced with the depressing prospect of... Continue Reading →

Welcome Home

When we left on our jolly holiday, the journey was tinged with sorrow as we passed through Manchester so soon after the shocking terror attack.  A week later, although it was hard to drag ourselves away from the blue blue sea and steadfast sunshine, it was, as always, lovely to touchdown on home turf. On... Continue Reading →

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