I surface, as if from an enchanted slumber, surrounded by waves of light and sound. Gazing out across that endless landscape of fluid blue I watch a week brought to a perfect close slip away below the horizon.
Sunshine Snowfall
I sat on the sand yesterday as the ocean washed away the old year and ushered in 2022 on the crest of each wave. I remembered all over again why sitting and staring out into the endless blue is just about my favourite aspect of Californian life.
Buckets Of Tears
Reader, we didn’t catch that plane. Hemmed in and trapped by a vast body of water, land and distance and current circumstance we cancelled everything on Saturday.
Child In Danger
It’s still unseasonably warm and sunny here, even for Southern California. If it wasn’t for our imminent departure for London and colder climes I think we might fly off the edge of the world altogether.
A Shining Quiet
I’m out and about with the hound in the bright crispness of an almost December morning. After a week or so where the temperatures suddenly decided to play at summer heat, the seasonal chill in the air is welcome.
Of Hounds And Other Essentials
We’re back by the fountain again. The sun is casting his forever shine and across the way in the courtyard of City Hall a large ceremonial gathering of the local police department celebrates some occasion of importance.
Sugar and Candy
The sunset streets unfold around me as I move towards the freeway listening to Handy Dandy and thinking about America. He has long been a favourite of mine this insouciant protagonist full of braggadocio and vulnerability in equal measure whose very name itself means simple and easy
Every Grain of Sand
The sea and sky are softly grey today. The seaweed strewn beach could be a pocket of space picked up from its usual home and placed somewhere different entirely.
Age On A Movie Screen
t’s still brightly hot and sunny here in California. We sit by the fountain in a pocket of shade enjoying the cooling music of the water and idling away lazy minutes.
Schooldays By The Ocean
We were with the waves yesterday afternoon. The Labour Day sun blazed down on a beach both packed and raucous.
Standing In The Doorway
I lie enveloped in velvet darkness with no place to be but right where I am. The chorus of crows outside tells me it’s morning but it could be the evening or the middle of the afternoon.
Born In Time
I’m sitting quietly with my son by the river in Le Bugue just watching it flow. My husband and daughter are out on the water canoeing close by and the morning is gently grey.