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I remember how my mother used to scold me for ‘putting the heart crossways’ in her whenever I gave her a fright. While I *knew* what she meant, I didn’t really know what she meant until after I had my son. There is nothing quite like the knowledge that your child is in pain or… [Continue Reading]

At the foot of Quiros crag

Packing up your entire life to go and live in another country can feel daunting (go figure!) As a self-proclaimed packing phobic it was always going to be particularly tough for me. My preferred style of packing is usually ignore, ignore, ignore until the last possible minute then spend the last 15 minutes before I… [Continue Reading]

Sailing off into the sunset....but did I leave the gas ring on?

The first time our friend Graeme came to visit us here we met him at the airport and he followed us home in his hire car. We chuckled to ourselves as we wound our way ever higher, up from the coast and into the hills, wondering what his first impressions would be of this wildly… [Continue Reading]

The view from our hideaway in the hills. I mean seriously, it doesn't get much better!

We are coming up to our 9 year anniversary of living in Spain. Nearly a decade. A lot has happened in that time. We’ve bought three houses and renovated them. We’ve set up a couple of┬ábusinesses. My other half has written and published a sport climbing guide book to the region. I’ve gained a titanium… [Continue Reading]

Would you look at the dust on that?

Silent Sunday

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Linking up to My Sunday Photo for the first time. Hopefully the first of many. Click the badge to find lots more fab Sunday photos…

The Boy Who Cried Wolf

At the foot of Quiros crag

I remember how my mother used to scold me for ‘putting the heart crossways’ in her whenever I gave her a fright. While I *knew* what she meant, I didn’t really know what she meant until after I had my son. There is nothing quite like the knowledge that your child is in pain or […]

Packing for a new life

Sailing off into the sunset....but did I leave the gas ring on?

Packing up your entire life to go and live in another country can feel daunting (go figure!) As a self-proclaimed packing phobic it was always going to be particularly tough for me. My preferred style of packing is usually ignore, ignore, ignore until the last possible minute then spend the last 15 minutes before I […]

Fine Dining in the Hills of Asturias

The view from our hideaway in the hills. I mean seriously, it doesn't get much better!

The first time our friend Graeme came to visit us here we met him at the airport and he followed us home in his hire car. We chuckled to ourselves as we wound our way ever higher, up from the coast and into the hills, wondering what his first impressions would be of this wildly […]

Language Learning

Would you look at the dust on that?

We are coming up to our 9 year anniversary of living in Spain. Nearly a decade. A lot has happened in that time. We’ve bought three houses and renovated them. We’ve set up a couple of┬ábusinesses. My other half has written and published a sport climbing guide book to the region. I’ve gained a titanium […]

Renovating Houses

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Somebody please shoot me if I threaten to buy another house that needs renovation. Truth is, I am not a lover of Do-It-Yourself. I am a lover of visualizing the end product, of adding value, of maximising potential. I am a great dreamer. But I am a lazy-arse when it comes to the reality of […]

Silent Sunday

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Family

Rodiles, summer 2014

I’ve been largely absent from this blog for quite some time, happily wrapped up in family life over the lengthy summer holidays, so it seems appropriate that this week’s Gallery theme of ‘Family’ should be the jumping off point to draw me back into the blogging fold. This summer was the first time that my […]

Silent Sunday

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Silent Sunday

Leaving Potes - Desfiladero de La Hermida