Yesterday we had our first full day here. Mass in our local church Santa Maria Di Salute and then lunch in a very local very expensive restaurant – we shan’t be going back. I went for an exploratory walk while Jacek had a nap and rested his foot, ready for the afternoon’s saunter. We got […]Read Post ›
I had been taught to say my prayers by my father and loved the bedtime routine. But when I was thrust into the confines of the boarding establishment that was St Augustine’s, night prayers and day prayers and any other time prayers took on a totally different significance. Within a week of being there I had […]Read Post ›
What can I remember? Probably not a lot and I can’t vouch for the accuracy of the actual memories, but I do remember my first form teacher. Mrs Nurse. She was very old and very tall and very grey haired and very nice. She taught my class English. But she was actually a PE teacher, and […]Read Post ›
I have a feeling I have written about this before, but I can’t find it and I don’t know how to use the searches, so here we go again. I wonder how similar this account will be, if I ever find the first one! Now this is a memory that seems to have stayed with […]Read Post ›
I’m afraid I can’t actually remember it. It must have been September 1959. I was just six. I should have been seven, but somewhere along the line I missed a year. I moved up from Marlborough Infants School, putting Mrs Brock and Mrs Edwards safely behind me. A lot of my friends came with me […]Read Post ›
Looking at this bowl this morning as it catches and reflects the light in the most beautiful ways, I was reminded of my sojourn in Reggio Emilia about fifteen years ago. People who knew me then will roll their eyes at this point, because I returned from a week’s educational course so full of unbearable […]Read Post ›
The patron saint of Dubrovnik. On Sunday we went to the church dedicated to him in the old town and it was a very pleasant experience, even though we couldn’t understand everything. The rhythms of spoken Croat, however, are very similar to Polish, so we could follow all that was going on very easily. The […]Read Post ›
It promised to rain. But I have an umbrella. It was an early start (for me, anyway). But our house is only a couple of hundred yards away. The weather was looking iffier. But I wanted to go. So rainbow umbrella in hand, my most comfortable green shoes, warm yellow coat and blue gloves, (unlikely […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 