Blowing in the wind

…and it is. Blowing. I am sitting outside the boys’ room in Brixham listening to a gale outside and gentle breathing inside. Elder hasn’t slept well and I’m wide awake. So I thought I’d pop in and say hello. Hello. I’ve been doing the customary year end reflections recently. As you do. It’s been aContinue reading “Blowing in the wind”

On the shelf

I have made some good friends since starting to blog. And one is the lovely Vicky Squires of the brilliant blog High and Tight in Brixham. I sometimes chat about Brixham here and vicky and I met up a couple of years ago as a result. We meet for chat and coffee every now andContinue reading “On the shelf”

Not drowning but camping

I have always said that boats are just like caravans on water – you sleep on folding beds, you have shower blocks at the marina, you cook on a little gas oven, you get a terrible nights sleep. But, ironically, if it rains you DON’T GRT WET. result. So, last night we took the boysContinue reading “Not drowning but camping”

Girls allowed

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, truly. I’ve been in Brixham this weekend with some good girlfriends (like my present from them?!) and also managed to catch up with High and Dry in Brixham’s Vicky. She’s so lovely. We’ve had a wonderful, chatty, chocolate laden time. And I’ve loved it. But I miss my boys,Continue reading “Girls allowed”