Tag believe
Bear with, as Miranda might say. Until relatively recently (in my comparative lifetime), I believed that the sea was something you visited. It was there. A repository for holidays. For times when you needed to ‘get away from it all,’… Continue Reading →
This is the smile when you’ve achieved the dream of a lifetime, and crossed The Atlantic. Oh, and the beard, obviously. My husband, (Pete, on the right) could pass as Santa Claus in a different outfit! Crossing the Atlantic wasn’t my… Continue Reading →