
Doing summer
Yes; it is a slightly sarcastic title.
Thoughts about moving, resettling, and our sense of home.
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Yes; it is a slightly sarcastic title.

First thing upon waking at home after a month away was to tackle our very overgrown garden.

When we arrived at our friend’s house in Santa Barbara just before dinner, we immediately settled ourselves on the deck overlooking the bay.

When I landed in San Francisco last week, for the first time I went through immigration with NO QUEUE at all.

We have just finished another spurt of smallish refurbishments on our 150-year-old house.

We have been in the midst of a sudden heat wave in the UK, which means things fall apart. So many things fall apart when heat waves occur in the UK, but particularly the train system which suffers when the heat causes various signalling systems to fail. And of course, as many of you know, our elderly housing stock is meant to keep heat in, not out. Air conditioning is not included in most older…

Sometimes I think I am one of the luckiest people in the world.

Recently a cohort of my longtime friends had a lengthy discussion about the joy of wearing pieces of jewellery that hold family traditions steeped into every link and stone.

At this time of year in the UK, we yearn for as much sun and warmth as possible.

Growing older.