Is there anything more profoundly English than afternoon tea? Served only on fine, English, bone china, mine being Paragon’s Victoriana Rose, given to me on my Wedding day by a much beloved Aunt. Freshly baked scones with homemade preserves, lemon drizzle cake and …
Meandering amongst the trees, staring up in wonder at the daylight peeking through the branches, rays of sunshine streaming down the towering trunks of the redwood trees in the Muir Woods 10 minutes drive north of San Francisco, one can …
There are so many things to share with each other, thoughts and observations, things that bring us joy or make us wonder. It’s what I do each time I write this blog, sharing a perspective I have captured through my …
The 350 miles, which separates San Francisco and the Bay Area from Los Angeles and the beaches of southern California, stretches like a flattened snake skin, slithering its way silently down the valley. The accompanying ribbon of traffic twists and …
For me, one of life’s greatest pleasures is being able to eat al fresco, shaded by a canopy of leaves, a gentle breeze cooling the air under a sun drenched, cornflower blue sky. Delicious food, wine and most importantly good company are the only ingredients …
Every year at this time the air smells just that bit fresher, newly unfurled leaves seem greener than you recall, the daffodils are just that bit more dazzling, their trumpets bobbing up and down in the breeze as if announcing …
Every spring, for the last thirty years, San Francisco’s de Young museum hosts a stunning event called Bouquets to Art. It is a visual spectacle, talented florists from all over the Bay Area interpret the museum’s pieces of art in …
I have to admit I know virtually nothing about ice hockey. I grew up watching rugby, occasionally soccer, Wimbledon tennis and of course always Formula 1 racing!! I played field hockey in high school but no one played ice hockey neither …
To ski or not to ski, and why is that a question? For the keen enthusiast it probably never is, but for me it depends; largely on how favourable the conditions and how kind my fellow skiers are likely to …
Traveling through the back streets of Bradford on an early February evening, rain lashing at the windscreen, shop fronts full of Indian silks, groceries and numerous restaurants from the Indian continent flashing passed, my curiosity was once again aroused. What …
