Yellowstone National Park is one of those places that people visit and enthuse over, urging you to go there too. I’m not sure what we were expecting. I knew Yellowstone was famous for its thermal area and was obviously excited …
Day 5 of our American Road Trip On Day 5 we spent the morning still bedazzled by the Tetons exploring further into Grand Teton National Park The snow capped peaks of the Teton range dominated the skyline. Their reflection in …
Day 4 Hiking in the Grand Teton National Park The Grand Tetons looked even more stunning on day four of our American road trip. Capped in white, they lay strung before us, the cornflower blue skies creating the perfect back …
May 11 2021, day three of our American road trip took us from Deer Valley, Utah to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. A 287 mile journey during which we went through so much contrasting scenery at times we thought we were somewhere …
We have always wanted to do a big American road trip to visit some of America’s great National Parks. We’ve been vaccinated and feeling safe, after months of not doing very much at all, we began to make our plans. …
I haven’t written a post for a while, feeling unsure during these difficult times about what people might want to read. Springtime in Provence? But then I’m not actually there, and like most people can’t even get there….. Life on …
December is here. Despite the unprecedented challenges of the year the seasons have changed regardless. The skies of California are still cornflower blue, especially in the Tahoe mountains where we’re living for a few months, but winter has arrived. There’s …
The COVID pandemic has consumed us all. My heart goes out to those that have lost loved ones and the debt owed to our health care workers can never be repaid. Globally the world has been tipped on its axis. …
I was so happy to learn from my friends in Lourmarin that the Friday market is allowed to return tomorrow; with social distancing measures of course. After so many weeks of not being permitted, I’m thrilled for all the local …
It’s May and the poppies are blooming in Provence. Their tiny black faces almost obscured by their bright red hats, delicate, vibrant, petals wafting in the breeze. Last year I was in Lourmarin admiring them. This year I should have …
