
March 31st, 2019 | Places
My Time as a Camera Sherpa
My friend Becky has recently opened an interiors shop in Westport, Connecticut. I work all the time. I never have a chance to exercise or do anything, Becky laughs. I…
Read onMy friend Becky has recently opened an interiors shop in Westport, Connecticut. I work all the time. I never have a chance to exercise or do anything, Becky laughs. I…
Read onExcuse me, did you just say ‘grated reindeer heart’? I ask our Swedish waitress, as she sets the plates down in front of us. She speaks perfect English but with…
Read onLast weekend I went to the cultural hub of Durham, NC to visit my beloved youngest Julia. For anyone who doesn’t follow me on Instagram (shame on you), I brought…
Read onMark Birley’s timing was always impeccable. After a decade or so of post-war gloom, in 1963 London was ready to party, and the party was at 44 Berkeley Street. At…
Read onLast weekend Stretch and I went island hopping, from Manhattan to Nantucket. It was the perfect autumn escape – no people, decent weather, long walks, big fires and a lot…
Read onI can’t say I wasn’t warned. About a year ago my friend Jessica told me that she thought the toilets could be a stumbling block. Have you ever pumped one?’…
Read onI know in my last blog I said I was going to take a wee break. I lied. I’m a Gemini. It was my twin talking. So without further ado,…
Read onAustin was not what I was expecting. First it was cold, like New York where I had just flown in from. When a place is supposed to be warm and…
Read onSome people are cold weather people. Others are not. I fall into the latter category. I have bad circulation, am an intermediate skier at best and look horrible in snow…
Read onHey, you Londoners, thinking of flying Fido across the Atlantic. About a month ago I brought my constant furry companions Antoinette and Josephine with me from Gatwick to JFK with…
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