Growing up in a family of bookworms, reading has always been a central part of my life. My love of literature began with J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter, of number four, Privet Drive. Like millions of children around the world, I was entranced by the mesmerizing worlds to which a good book could whisk me away. … Continue reading The YA Fiction Addiction
Tea is a well-known problem solver, and being repeatedly and un-ironically called “princesse” is sure to brighten any girl’s day. When we arrived at our Riad (Riad Princess du Desert) we were warmly greeted by our host. The day of travel meant that all we really wanted to do was sleep, but it soon … Continue reading Princesses of the Desert
“You are welcome to Morocco!” beamed our guide as he met us at the Marrakesh airport. As we stepped out of the airplane the warmth of a 30°C desert washed over me. Like the protagonist of a cheesy summer movie (actually, considering what a film hub Morocco is, I wouldn’t be surprised if it is … Continue reading Marrakesh: The Unforseen Adventure
They were old, but that never seemed to matter. By the end of the blazing summer, my sister and I were always ready to go back to school. We grew weary of the long, hot days and only having each other for company. The last weeks of August were always some of the happiest weeks of the summer. The end of summer and the early parts of September always meant a new beginning.
Around this time the grape vines grew heavier, the bulging sugar orbs seemed never to end. Careful to avoid the inevitable wasp’s nest, my sister and I would harvest as many as would fit in our small hands and mouths. By stuffing the grapes into our cheeks we became chipmunks, by posing with them we became greek goddesses. Having always been reminded that sharing had its benefits, we were always eager to feed these not-as-ripe-as-we-pretended-they-were grapes to everyone we could.
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Dear travelling companions, I enjoyed our time together but I seriously recommend that you read this post through to the end. The following fact can only be put bluntly: Manners matter. Tragically, many people seem unaware of this fact. I have always assumed that everyone is at least aware of some simple civilities that ought … Continue reading Travelling With Tourists
I love to be up and about at the crack of dawn, unfortunately that means I must wake up at the crack of dawn. I really, really hate waking up early. Lately I’ve been waking up at five in the morning twice a week and each time is almost as unpleasant as the last. Continue reading “Early Bird”
Once upon a time, in the fells between Grasmere and Ambleside, lived a little lamb. This lamb’s name was Oona and she lived with her sister, Luna lamb. Oona and Luna dearly loved each other, and spent every hour together- eating sweet grass, exploring the fells, and leaping over the drystone walls that adorned their home.