Steam wafted from the chink where the serving spoon emerged from the lid of the blue-and-white willow-pattern dish. A peek within revealed the bright green of the sweet steaming fresh peas. But the matching dish on the luncheon table with its bland dish of plain boiled potatoes muted the momentary anticipation. The extending table was … Continue reading Sunday visit
Going out
‘There must’, we said, ‘be a back exit’. But a mental scan of the corridor outside revealed no discreet service lift. Just a series of hotel-like rooms and, opening up in the other direction, the bland living and dining area, then through that to the large lifts down to the ground floor and further below, … Continue reading Going out
The loveliness of lists
Lists are not the bane of my life, far from it. Without lists, my life would be as bereft as a day without music, as soulless as a world with books, and as empty as a fridge without cheese.
Letting go of the children (or, I’ve not got Alzheimers yet)
Kahil Gibran wrote that your children are not your children. Even as a student in the 1970s I recognised the truth in what he said. And it turns out, bringing up children is a series of letting go's, from taking your hands off the back of the two-wheeler bike to walking away on the first … Continue reading Letting go of the children (or, I’ve not got Alzheimers yet)
Out the window: a photo journal in words
A journal of journeys around Wellington harbour by bus, car, and on foot in the month of July.
Leaky orange Mazda, baby, and me
After years in the corporate world, I was more than ready to embrace the role of earth mother. Of course, that's not quite what happened.
Chasing clouds: tracing the Wordsworth connection
My efforts to pin down the family connection to the poet William Wordsworth have been like the clouds that float high above the hills and vales of the Lake District which inspired him. They’re real but constantly moving; they seem sometimes to come together, then they change direction and are off again. Like family history research, they are quite unpredictable.
Is this really Spring: Wellington in September
An ode to Wellington where despite the winds, spring brings quiet exhilaration and exuberance.
The pretty red dress that Nana sent
Two small-town girls go to stay with their Nana and Pop in the city and discover they live life in a much richer way.
Clara’s story: memories of Rippon Lea
Clara Wordsworth Sargood grew up in comfort and affluence at Rippon Lea in Melbourne in Queen Victoria's time. She vividly recounts stories of a happy childhood, the heartbreaking loss of her mother, and the thrills of sea voyages to England and New Zealand.