Had it not been for our two boys’ passion for the sport, it’s likely that cricket for me would still be one of those impenetrable games during which, as one bemused American once said, ’22 men stand around for five days with no guarantee of a winning result.’As it is,...read more
Purely by chance I recently discovered a painless way of saving money.To celebrate my birthday, John had generously suggested we take a stroll down Bond Street, London’s most expensive shopping district, as he’d like to buy me a dress. Name me a woman who could turn...read more
Montserrat has been associated with Britain for over two hundred years, and is today described as a British Overseas Territory. But, it wasn’t always so. During the lucrative years of sugar production, made possible, as every school child knows, by the use of slave...read more
Mapai, elfin-like head gardener and plant whisperer at the National Trust’s botanical gardens on Montserrat, crushes a leaf and hands it to me. It smells like coriander, but has a much stronger olfactory kick. “Good for contractions,” he informs with a cheeky grin....read more
The times when Britain could claim to be an Empire maybe long gone and Europe’s view of this witch shaped archipelago (given as I write midst the turmoil of post Brexit negotiations) probably doesn’t bear repeating, but one skill no-one can deny us is our ability to...read more
Anyone who has read “PLENTY MANGO – postcards from the Caribbean” will know that I have to share my husband John’s affections with a 30 year old (no, not a lissom blond) – a 30 year old ROW (Rest of the World Specification) Range Rover. Once a vibrant Ascot Green, she...read more
“You’ve got to be in it to win it.”
“Thought you knew everyone at the BBC.”
“Why not try Saga or The Oldie?”
A small sample of advice nuggets, usually unsolicited, from well-meaning friends who loyally believed that my book “Plenty Mango – postcards from the Caribbean” merited a place alongside observational greats such as the late Peter Mayle and his “A Year in Provence” or Chris Stewart’s series “Driving Over Lemons.”read more
Mapai, elfin-like head gardener and plant whisperer at the National Trust’s botanical gardens on Montserrat, crushes a leaf and hands it to me. It smells like coriander, but has a much stronger olfactory kick. “Good for contractions,” he informs with a...read more
A very happy New Year to you all.
I am back once again with some news, thoughts and new post especially for you to help clear away the mid-January blues and spread a little sunshine into all our lives.
Firstly the news, work is well under-way for my next title! Following on from your kind words and reviews for Plenty Mango I am working away on Plenty More Mango which I hope you will all find just as amusing, engrossing and thought provoking as Plenty Mango. Watch this space to hear more about it. There are lots of ideas bubbling away so stay tuned.read more
“I’m collecting nick names.” I shiver, despite the suffocating heat inside Montserrat’s Cultural Centre, where the world’s smallest book festival is being held, at the thought of all those spine-chilling experiences.
“Most of men’s nick names are due to the size of their penis. You know ‘whopper’ don’t you?”