I am the resurrection and I am the life – The tale of Bertie Rooster

This is the story of the luckiest, most cock-sure cockerel that has ever lived – Bertie Wooster. We bought Bertie about a year ago. We named him Bertie, because my youngest daughter, Frida, has difficulties pronouncing the letter r and says wooster rather than rooster, hence Bertie Wooster. He soon had a lady friend which…

Checking out our local neighbourhood

When there are more power cuts than power, you don’t tend to tick very much off your to do lists. And here in Kigamboni, the “rural” neighbour to Dar Es Salaam, over the last few weeks we have had power cuts lasting days and nights and days again. Putting up blog posts is down at…

Kerouac and the Kittens

We recently had a few more additions to our family – three very fluffy, very cute little kittens. And because we have three children and three kittens, the children want a kitten each. So, for first time in my cat ownership history I am allowing the children to name the kittens – the current names…

The Reveries of a Solitary Walker

Because I’ve lived in so many different places, I don’t have one specific place to go to when I need to recharge my batteries. Instead I have a routine or a ritual which usually makes me feel a bit better. This involves an early morning experience – a walk, cycle, run, or just a prolonged…

The journey is part of the experience

“So, would you recommend taking the train from Mwanza to Dar?” This is the question everyone has asked me and my husband since we returned from our recent holiday – travelling on the notorious Tanzanian trains. My answer is yes, providing you have plenty of time and you are fairly resilient, then the train is…

Rock City Paintings

    A few weeks ago my husband and I took advantage of visiting grandparents to have a sneaky evening away without our three young children. Mark had previously won a night for two at a Tunza Lodge, a local beach resort. And when Bill and Joan came to stay, we decided to grab the…

A sketch of my dear old Dad, David.

Originally posted on Travels with my Art:
? A sketch of my dad, David. This is a sketch I did of my dad who died 25 years ago today – It feels like forever ago, a lifetime ago, I suppose it was. My dad died unexpectedly from a heart attack in April 1990. He had…