wanderings & wonderings

38 years ago I travelled in Egypt. In those days you could go alone inside the Pyramid of Khufu, the oldest and largest of the 3 main pyramids on the Giza Plateau. I remember to this day entering through a small opening in the structure to be faced by a steep ramp-like structure with thin batons across to provide handholds as you hauled yourself up and to stop your feet slipping as you ascended into the heart of the pyramid. My guide had told me to stop at some point, turn a

Written in North Devon, England. I remember every part of this day, most especially the magical moment ... Today's success - the GP has agreed to do a cardiac referral as requested by the rheumatologist after a discussion with me. Heaven knows when I’ll get an appointment but it is a triumph for today nonetheless. Today's frustration - rheumatologist telling me the GP has to handle to day to day management of my Behçets, including things like this swollen face, and the GP tel

You can’t live in Africa without noticing, at some point in time, a Muti Man’s shop. Well, that is what I call them. Shops that are found on street corners in every city, every town. Places where native medicine men, the sangomas, purvey their wares. Even in the heart of glitzy Johannesburg you would find these shops. At least you could in the early Eighties. I always hurried past them. They seemed to have an air of malevolence about them to me. A feeling, I suspect, borne of

I spent seven years living a very long way from the sea when I was in South Africa. As a girl of the ocean I like to feel the expansiveness

Every day in our life dance is important. Some prove to be more significant than others. Memories, lessons etched deeper into ...