Wanderlust
- An Excerpt from my memoir, Each Wind That Blows When I was but a wee little girl, a blue eyed towhead of some four or five years of age, I asked my mother what my father looked like. This was a startling and discomfiting question for my mother, who immediately swung into action, phoning my father and reporting this incident in shocked tones that travelled the length of the trembling wires all the way to Bahrain. Her words had the intended impact and helped set in motion al
Birds of a Feather
Excerpt from Each Wind That Blows We come out of the valley at a walk to find a horseman’s dream of a plain stretch out before us. Flat, open, grass clipped short by hungry teeth. It’s on our way and we mean to cross it. If I know Tristan at all by now, it will be at speed. I look ahead to where we are headed, scouting our route. A small herd of giraffe are passing in regal statehood off to our right, away from us, but ahead the land is sprinkled with zebra, tommies and the o
I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
The silk of an immature corn cob caught my eye... Prettily beaded in morning dew, sparkling in the early morning light. And I marvelled at the beauty of something so simple, so unassuming, and wondered what else I missed of the beauty of Creation, day in, day out. What's your story? I want to know!! Send me photo if you have it, and your story in 250 words or less, and if it floats my boat and blows my hair back, I'll add it to my collection and you win a Travelling Book Soci
