We came back from Malaga about four weeks ago. Six days of bliss, mainly because we had six unadulterated days of our four month old grandson. Unfortunately I can’t share any pictures of him, but suffice it to say that if I did, the internet would be awash the most gorgeous baby in the world. […]Read Post ›
I found this yesterday. It brought back memories of my cousin Gustaw who died a few weeks ago in Poland. I met him for the first time when I was eleven, in 1965, in Częstochowa, Poland. My father had taken me by car and generally the trip was quite gruelling for me, partly because everyone […]Read Post ›
I don’t know who took this photo, but it is one of my favourite ones of my father. He stayed in Italy after the war, and started attending Rome University , but soon realised that there would be more opportunities in England for Poles like him, who had been deported to Siberia, then managed to […]Read Post ›
The beginning of our next little adventure. I’ve been several times before, the first time 60 years ago when I was almost twelve. My father had taken me very unwillingly (I was unwilling – I’m not sure about my dad) on holiday to Lido Di Jesolo, a popular holiday resort near Venice, with the regulation sandy […]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 ›
This is my first time in Dubrovnik, but not my first connection with it. Many years ago, when I had just finished university, I had a boyfriend who was a disaster in many ways. But it took me a long time to see it, but that’s another story. He was an amateur archaeologist and I […]Read Post ›
A great little book -humour, philosophy, romance, food. What more can you want in a novel?It just reminded me of a holiday we had in France many years ago, in 1989 in fact, when en route to the south we stayed one night in a Campanile in Vendome. There was no restaurant, so we asked […]Read Post ›
Or Palmero, as yesterday’s stewardess insisted on calling it. Here we are, glorious warm mild breezy weather, (though likely to change as my ever optimistic!!! husband would have me believe.) We had one breakfast today in a very local cafe and then immediately went in search of the next. We got to the theatre square […]Read Post ›
Marysia is ten years old. How did that happen? She is wearing a teeshirt, that belonged to her brother or sister which I brought back from Salamanca in 1992. It has worn well. I think it lasted many years after that. We are in Menaggio by Lake Como which happens to be one of my […]Read Post ›
45 years ago I got married for the first time. I’d met my husband a month before and we decided to get married as soon as we could. Various reasons, mostly practical, but of course we didn’t envisage any of the fallout. I’ve written about this before, so I’m not going to dwell on it […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 