The little boy on the plastic tricycle stops outside the half-shuttered window. “Bello!” he roars. “Bellooooooo!” His mother shushes him. “Not like that. Call him gently.” The boy looks up, uncomprehending, before shouting again. His mother rolls her eyes, but … Continue reading
A Sunday night chuck it together kind of a lazy supper for one, to use up whatever you’ve got left in the fridge. I had a medium aubergine, a small courgette and some ricotta, as well as a jar of … Continue reading
I hope this isn’t jumping the gun, but I think I may have found ‘the one’. Through a website. Yes, seriously. The best thing was that it wasn’t even me that did the running – I got an email out … Continue reading
On Easter Day in Florence there is a tradition called the Scoppio del Carro – the explosion of the cart. After the mid-morning mass the priest lights a dove-shaped fuse at the main altar of the duomo. The ‘dove’ then … Continue reading
“They’re here,” says Dad, interrupting my vital early evening viewing of some obscure Olympic sport or another. I stay in my seat. ‘They’ are two brown crabs and a lobster, caught off the Dorset coast sometime today, and my guess … Continue reading
I don’t usually do #frifotos, but when I found out that the theme for today is treats I knew I had the perfect pictures. There’s a bit of a story to go with them, too – but that’s a tale … Continue reading
Lizzy is mid-sentence when she takes in a sharp breath and stops talking. Her voice lowers. “Too loud,” she mutters, succinctly, nodding towards the two women behind Ali and me. “We’re being *commented* on.” Shortly thereafter the two women pick … Continue reading
It took me two-thirds of the book InterRail to work out what it reminded me of, but finally it came to me: Accidental Death of an Anarchist by Dario Fo. There’s something about the author Alessandro Gallenzi’s way of writing … Continue reading
I’ve been playing with Tripline, a new site that maps your journeys. You have the option to add commentary, music, photos – whatever you want, really. Lots of fun! So here’s my journey from Sicily to Somerset, with music, map … Continue reading
I’m standing in a muddy field in Somerset in the pouring rain, listening to bands, dancing like a loon and drinking cider. You might think I was at Glastonbury. I’m not. I’m in Galhampton, a little village that you’ve probably … Continue reading
