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Posts from the ‘travel’ Category

it’s not a thistle, but what is it?

i came across this in Vermont, in a field with tall grasses. But I have no idea what it is, or what it does when it explodes because surely it has to explode what ever secrets it holds inside.  Read more

vermont wild flowers

there’s a lot to love about Vermont and getting away from the confrontation of my daily commute. This weekend we traveled hours and hours to grab a little quiet. We found it in the tiniest of moments. Read more

tea for one

i’m wrapping up my last 36 hours of being in the UK and being in London. To celebrate I took myself off to Fortnum and Mason to luxuriate in everything that is tasteful and divine. Fabulous china. (My favourite being the hand painted Herend collection – such gems) Read more

it’s not all pretty

when I think of Stoke on Trent I think of mining and Potteries. (royal Doulton, Spode, Wedgwood, Minton et al.). Read more

bricked in

as  a student of design, I’m loving the shapes of the urban landscape. Read more

lovely nieces

when I was living in Santa Fe back in the early 90s, Siobhan came to visit me. She was 3 months old. Read more

snakes

that I have forgotten from graduate school the symbolic meaning of pitchfork wielding priest (bishop?) waging war against a gathering of asps, Read more

proper roast potatoes

Those of you who know me well, know how much I love a good potato. If I had to have a last meal, it would include some form of potato. And now I know that if I want really good roasted potatoes, I better use goose fat.  Read more

crewe station

Crewe was a hub back in the day. It was built back in 1837, one of the oldest in England. All trains used to stop in Crewe as it was a major junction for routes north and south and west.  Read more

rush hour

This is rush hour at Manchester Piccadilly station. No really, this is rush hour. The light was stunning, and the absence of travelers haunting. And yet the train filled up quickly, and orderly.  Read more

public art indeed

and then on the way up a hill, Bourton-on-hill, lay a field of sculpture by the artist Andrew Darke, whose kinetic wind pieces (hailing from the Art and Place group started in the 90s). Read more

grow me a garden in a wall

the walls have been here longer than you or me, and certainly the thorns of the roses which clamber up and within. The walls are strong, timeless, purposeful and plenty. Read more

low road

going back to Scotland in my thoughts, now that I am fully locked in to 12 hour + days in full conference mode, I can but dream of the moody ochres and verdance of the gloomy lochs around the Trossachs. Read more

all trains do not stop at crewe hall

I’m here for two weeks, and already halfway into the first week. This is my third time at Crewe Hall for a conference, which finds me tending to 12 and 14 hour days. Read more

monet should have been here

again, gray flat light days, bring forth such splendid color. In the Cotswolds where we spent three glorious days, we found field upon field of dotted red happiness.  Read more

naming convention

all across England and Scotland, we found homes adorned with names. They weren’t mansions, (but those had names too) or estates (ditto) but simply modest houses, hamlets, cottages, crofts. With proud names.  Read more

everything but the kitchen sink

we got to Auntie Bessie’s on the Monday and enjoyed a cup of tea with her before heading off to Redmile to go to the Peacock Inn for a proper Inn lunch.  Read more

and then we got to england

after a break down (that wasn’t a real break down, as nothing ended up being wrong with the car as it turned out) we made it to Fulbeck, just outside where Auntie Bessie lives. Read more

plumbing

the trip to Eigg (Island off the coast of Arisaig) was wet and dismal, (but still full of poetry) especially when where else could I possibly have come across what can only be called the true meaning of an “out house”.  It has a roof, a window, a small chimney vent. I’m surprised it doesn’t come with a garden.

group shot

our travels around Scotland and England found us away from any city and only traveling on smaller roads. Read more