Back home yesterday from Calcutta. Humid, sleepy, magical Calcutta, where I ate the sweetest fruits for breakfast every day and everywhere I looked, someone was sleeping…
Good to be home though in my own flat and own bed. Wish I could still read and sleep and eat all day though…oh well, back to work. Hard to concentrate as I feel like i’ve bought the Indian Summer home with me – its so warm here we have a fan on all day.



Foreign Lands
Old home, New horizons…
A Home of One’s Own




Pretty Birds
Deep South
Behind the Scenes at the Museum



Curry Sunday
Tunbridge Wells Surprise!
Weekly Roundup…



The Fair
Weekly Roundup
Wake up













