Alula started school last week in the UK. For the last four years she’s gone to school in the jungle at a school made entirely of bamboo with no walls, a farm, a giant crystal, a mud pit and where the school song is basically a prayer to mother earth. She has also been barefoot most …
I’m busy ordering feather pillows and silk thermals online for our return to England. Let’s put that into perspective. We don’t yet have a house to live in. I think my feather pillows might be a little premature unless I plan to use them to make the pavement more comfy. I have a feeling psychologists …
“I’m planning on being a nicer person when I’m back in England.” ‘You are a nice person already,’ I tell Alula. ‘I think I could be nicer. I’m already practicing,” Alula informs me. I feel humbled into silence by my eight-year old daughter’s level of emotional intelligence and self-awareness. Feeling I need to up my …
It’s not so easy to get nostalgic when your grandfather grew up on the Old Kent Road. And generally speaking I don’t hold with anywhere north (of the equator that is). Certainly I only like the M6 tollroad because it circumvents Birmingham. But visiting Cumbria with John, land of his forbears, I find myself getting …
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