My deer mother
What do you mean, it’s almost the end of January 2017 and I’ve barely started posting this year? (Oops. Sorry about that.) Well, I’ve been busy, as it happens. My Mum came to visit! I got to pretend to be a daft tourist again for a few days. Any excuse, me. It was a great […]
A short woman in the Highlands, part 2
My first post about visiting Scotland was mostly about going there to meet a baby. Rest assured, curious reader, that we did more than that. When four adults are in the Highlands and don’t make the trip to a distillery, something is very wrong. Our choice was the Glenmorangie whisky distillery, a bright and welcoming […]
A short woman in the Highlands, part 1
I rarely visit Scotland. While many of you lot are larking about at the Edinburgh Fringe, I am usually – noticeably – not in Scotland. I like to mooch around in the heart of the UK and avoid venturing out to the extremities. An analogy which might explain my own terrible blood circulation. This is […]
I got my new shoes on
Ewa Szypula goes on holiday and discovers a whole new meaning to ‘ethical shopping’… On a recent holiday visiting friends in Catalonia, I noticed that my (male) friend was wearing an exceptionally beautiful pair of shoes. They looked like dancers’ shoes: sort of like espadrilles, very simply made, dirty-white canvas, shapely, and with a pair […]
