My garden early this morning – the tranquillity is healing
The clips are out! I am on one crutch! I can walk to the shops! I have been to the cinema! I have turned the corner… Continue reading
Recovery road…
The truth about hip replacement…
Re-blogging this so I dont have to write this twice…the latest leg (haha) of my journey to wellbeing!)
Flower photos are more uplifting than hospital ones!
“Mrs Cattell? This is University College Hospital. I am sorry to have to tell you that we have had to cancel your operation. We will let you know when we can re-schedule.’
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Basel Art 2107 – but is it art?
Subodh Gupta’s Cooking the World – fabulous pots and pans installation – you could even have a meal inside!
From Czechia to Basel to catch the world’s largest Art Fair. Cousins Diego and Christine come for the weekend, and I find them on Friday night, sipping wine with Ross on the banks of the Rhine. Continue reading
Boskovice: town of the Ungar ancestors
The KaiserHaus, where my grandfather Hermann Ungar was born and the most imposing house in the Jewish quarter
We set off early for Boskovice. The drive takes us through gentle undulating hills, with verdant pine forests adorning the hilltops like crowns. Once off the main road, we pass a cart pulled by two handsome palomino horses with a pony trotting alongside and we are in countryside that looks much as I imagine it would have done in my grandfather’s time. Now there are fields of lavender pyrethrum, green wheat and yellow rape, all contrasting with the azure blue of the sky. It reminds me of Ungar’s story The Brothers which describes such a landscape. Continue reading
Prague: travels with my long-lost sister
Bonnie on the Charles Bridge, Prague Castle and St Vitus Cathedral in the background
This was my fifth trip to Prague, but one with a difference. Eight years after discovering the existence of an older half-sister, I am taking her on a journey to discover her heritage. Bonnie has never been to Prague, let alone Boskovice where our family hail from, and she as thrilled as a little girl waiting for her Christmas presents. Continue reading
Lazy days in La Londe
Brekekekèx-koàx-koáx! Brekekekèx-koàx-koáx! Richard Morse, our polyglot puzzler and gamer supreme, replies to the frogs’ chorus with this Aritsophenean refrain each night as we sit down to supper in our magical villa overlooking the sea at La Londe-les-Maures. Continue reading
Green light for hip op….
My serenity sculpture down the garden with the camellias, primulas and acer busting into leaf
Almost six months after I started consultations over my poor old hip, I finally saw the consultant at UCLH today, complete with MRI scans. Continue reading
