The disease does nothing but take – life long memories slowly ripped away whilst new ones can no longer be retained. She’s at her happiest in the moment – when walking in nature throwing seeds for the birds watching squirrels forage for nuts. Together we sit, and colour in pictures pick lavender and smell…
Tag: grandparents
Ludlow to Rhyl, North Wales
On our drive up to Ludlow, Shropshire, from Hampshire, we stopped in at Berrington Hall, a National Trust Property. My folks are members, of the National Trust UK, and if I lived in the UK I would definitely be joining up too (it would be a dream to work for them!). Growing up in England…
A visit to Gloucester Cathedral
Driving up to Ludlow, from Hampshire, we made a stop at the spectacular Gloucester Cathedral. It is steeped in history, having been a place of worship, in some form or another, for close on 1,000 years! Gloucester’s great Cloister, over 650 years old, is famous for its breath-taking fan vaulting, the earliest of its kind…
An afternoon in Windsor
Windsor is a short drive from my folks home, in North Hampshire, and a few days after landing in the UK they took us to see Windsor Castle. We didn’t have time to look around the inside of the castle, but young Alice, aged 6, was more than content. She was delighted to have a…
Home in England & beating the jet-lag outdoors
We landed in London on Thursday, after three flights from Wellington, New Zealand, taking some serious flying hours! It’s just Alice and I on this trip, whilst my older two daughters are at home with their Daddy. Alice is such a happy and positive travel companion. We managed to get a good stint of sleep…
Magic moments on holiday with Grandparents in Singapore
Singapore, halfway between the UK and NZ, or thereabouts. A guaranteed warm destination to break up our NZ winter. A couple of weeks by the pool with plenty of entertainment to please everyone in our group – from the children (aged 5, 9 and 12) to the parents (myself and hubby) and the grandparents (who…
Hands through the ages
‘What are those blue, bumpy bits?’ she asks me, as I reach out with my hand to turn the page of the book we are reading. ‘Those are my veins,’ I say simply with a smile. I can see from her face that she thinks they are kind of ugly. ‘What are veins?’ she asks….