A Weekend in Hobart…Convicts, Lost Souls, Bushfires and Doomsday Preppers?
Tim and Lola had rung to say they were going to Hobart for the long weekend and wondered whether we’d like to join them. It took all of two seconds to say ‘yes’. I’d been there three years ago and loved it so much that I made it the main setting for book two, ‘Capturing’…
Giorgio Locatelli you would love this Porchetta!
I’d been back from America for just over two weeks and couldn’t settle down. I’d procrastinated by cleaning the house from top to bottom, replanted the veggie patch and cooked way too much food. My husband suggested we go away for the weekend and I jumped at the chance…any excuse to avoid stepping back into…
Lunch at Sag Harbor…Hot Dogs at Home.
The plan was to explore the South Fork of Long Island, the true Hampton’s. A place where the super rich of New York have their holiday homes, spend long summers and big dollars. It’s a place of pretty little towns, South, East and West Hampton and grand estates. Jay Gatsby lived in the South Fork……
Classic Hampton’s Style
Jane’s friend Jim had called and invited us over to dinner. Till now I’d been a tourist and was looking forward to hanging out with a local.
The surprisingly gorgeous North Fork, Long Island (part 1).
The sign out front of the quaint white church said ‘Journey to Forever’…. well I didn’t think we were going quite that far but it seemed like a pleasant invitation to come explore the beautiful North Fork of Long Island.
Sailing the Whitsundays (part 3)… a day on the Island and farewell.
We’d booked a berth at the Hamilton Island marina thinking it might be interesting to see what the place had to offer. That was at the beginning of our trip. Since then we’d been at sea for 6 nights and had settled into this boaty existence so well that we were a little reluctant to…
Bush walks, baked pears and…’Breaking Bad’?
Kristin and I have been friends since our daughters were babies. The girls attended the same crèche. Kristin and I would often share an evening meal after a hectic day at work. She’d ring and say “I’ll pick up a roast chicken, you pick up the girls” We’d eat together and discuss which of the…
Clare Valley and maybe the destination of my new heroine?
I returned recently to South Australia to celebrate both my sister’s birthday and a belated mothers day with my mum. A trip to the Clare Valley would be my treat and a far better gift than chocolates or lavender-scented perfume. The new book I’ve been going on about begins on a small island in the Chesapeake…