“That guy just threw confetti in your hair,” hisses Kate as I lower the camera and walk away from the enormous, primary-coloured float that I was shooting. I grin at her, not bothering to shake it out. “I know.” … Continue reading
After the first night fireworks, the Festa di Sant’Agata continued for two more days, finally concluding at around 11am on 6 February. Last year I was impressed but cynical; this year I found it overwhelmingly poignant. That has much to … Continue reading
Image from Trimondi Viaggi There’s still an hour to go before the start of the concert and fireworks that mark the end of day one of the Festa di Sant’Agata, but we can’t even get close at the moment. We … Continue reading
Snow, snow and more snow. While my sister-in-law and my brother were in hospital producing niece number two, niece number one was busy building snowmen. Snowman count in the garden? Currently five, plus three snow angels. It’s amazing how much more … Continue reading
Steam rises from the ground as the sun hits yesterday’s puddles. A dragonfly skitters past on the wing. The fields the far side of the stream are shrouded in early-morning mist which the sun is doing its best to burn … Continue reading
“Drake,” says Kev. “Francis?” asks Jim. “Sir,” replies Kev. It’s the Sunday night pub quiz. The main claim to fame of this little pub in the middle of the Dorset countryside is that CJ from Eggheads pops in every so … Continue reading
I never can resist a chance to have a sing song, especially if I get the chance to do silly actions as well. Two years ago I wrote a review post of the year, based around the 12 Days of … Continue reading
‘Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the house, many creatures were stirring … Carols from Kings in the kitchen compete with Prince Caspian in the sitting room, distracting me as I write at the dining room table. My … Continue reading
Normal service is a bit disrupted at the moment, but I’ve got an excuse, honest. Well, a few, actually: 1) I’ve just done a 3-day cross-European journey back to the UK, via train, plane and Chunnel, and am in a … Continue reading
“What are you doing?” shouts the old man at the fish market. “You’re painting the fish black! It’s a Mussolini fish!” Lucia, half-laughing and half-horrified, tries to quiet him down, but he’s having none of it. It’s about 9am and … Continue reading
