What’s in a name?

We spent a day exploring the historic city of Stanley (yes it is a city) in the Falklands, under a brilliant blue sky and warm sun. We wandered past the wood-clad houses and other buildings, with earthly tones and bright coloured corrugated iron roofs, along the main street running parallel to the dark shoreline. A … More What’s in a name?

Southern Blue

It had taken 36 hours of travelling. A train from Thetford to Heathrow. A 15 hour flight to Santiago in Chile. Leaving the mizzle of a wet English winter (seems like an age ago but remember the beginning of the year and the relentless rain?) and arriving in the heat of South America. A long … More Southern Blue

The Return

The first light of the day filled the air, pushing back the shadows of night. The sky that was revealed was cloudy, a swirl of greys, pale blues and just a hint of pink over the horizon. A slight breeze stirred the leaves on the trees and rustled through the reeds, rippling the water on … More The Return