As the blog name suggests I live in a small cottage in the depths of the Welsh countryside, with: my cat Minnie; Alfie, my dog; and my horse Max, who all live in contented harmony. Well most of the time!
In my twenties I lived in Italy, so I love all things Italian. I returned to the UK to study, and got stuck! While in Rome, I travelled quite a lot, but since returning home and gathering all these animals around me, it’s not so easy to jet off to far flung places. Besides, I don’t particularly want to. Am content where I am.
Goodness knows where this blog will take me.. I love riding my horse around the quiet country lanes; gardening; growing my own vegetables, and cooking them. I like to keep up with current and world affairs. I love music, but am not fanatical about any one genre. Am an avid reader and a bit of a pedant. I love the Archers. I don’t suffer fools gladly, so may well have the odd rant, when I get braver at this blogging malarky.
It will start off as a diary and if you would care to follow me on this journey, then I would be deeply honoured.
A great blog with impressive photographs and a really tranquil English country feel to it. Will be following developments with enthusiasm.
How lovely that you paid me a visit, thanks. Blog’s a bit bare at the moment as I haven’t got to grips with it, but am hoping to post something most days. But that may not be until I retire at the end of April. Yippee!!
Just found your blog via Our New Life……same age and interests…horse riding also! Will follow your posts!
Oooh, how lovely same forename too, and spelled the same way! Welcome, thanks for dropping by!
I came to see who you are after you left the comment on my blog. LOL – how do you know Hebrew?
Hello, thanks so much for popping by. In my youth (ha ha, I have eternal youth!) I spent six months on Kibbutz Hazorea, which was the most amazing and worthwhile experience of my life. I loved it and the people. It was founded by German intellectuals who escaped from Nazi Germany in 1936. I was there for their 40th anniversary, it was marvellous. I was a volunteer, and though asked to go on an Ulpan, I decided against it. I still learned a lot more Hebrew than a lot of the kids on the Ulpan. I could wax lyrical about it for ever more. I always intended to go back for a visit, but it’s too late now, well certainly as far as the Kibbutz is concerned. Lovely country, lovely people! Lehitrahot and again, toddah robah (excuse my spelling!)