Category Archive: Friends

On this day in history

Facebook has this little habit of popping up a memory from the same day on previous years. Yesterday mine was from 2009 when I had written that I “agreed with Evie: there are… Continue reading

The welcoming Free State

This post is a ‘thank you’ for a little girl I know in Bloemfontein called Isabelle. It was her mum’s birthday breakfast today and I was lucky enough to go along. Last night… Continue reading

Are You Syrious?

…Talking of women with a passion…. My mate Fiver was in Jo’burg recently and she was riding on the crest of a creative wave which culminated in her first solo art exhibition. It… Continue reading

All five of 5gofurther now in double figures!

My youngest had her 10th birthday the other day – quite rude of her so soon after we’ve arrived. We’re staying in a guest house, self-catering, with one set of crockery, and none… Continue reading

The Deserts of Dubai

A caravan of clutter, Skateboards, ninja-swords, Camping on the sands, Nomads: five. – A forest of logistics, Valleys of farewells, Rivers flowing tears All crossed: over. – Memories replaying, Friendships on a loop,… Continue reading

Wonderful Worthing

It has been a lovely sunny week in Worthing – always nice for funerals and house removals I find. Also the whole autumn-y vibe has been fitting: end of an era; death giving… Continue reading

Uprooting a House of Fun

We are currently moving out of our house, and it feels like being in a hot air balloon (not that I’ve been in a hot air balloon). I’ve seen balloonists (?) on films,… Continue reading

Pants of the Apostle

We have been in Turkey this last few weeks attending a conference and enjoying life in a little bubble for a while. I can’t remember looking forward to coming home less – this… Continue reading

Angel of The South

For anyone reading this from another land, you need to know that England has a huge sculpture called the Angel of the North. Here’s our version, made by Evie when she was in… Continue reading

The Elephant in the room

My dear friend Caroline made me a quilt. Out of the blue, sitting in Maldoons, I was fumbling around with the realisation that she’d been beavering away in secret, planning the design, sourcing… Continue reading