Nomadic Emma

Outside my window at the moment, the activity level is high. Every time I look, nature is frantically making its final preparations before t...

On a Sunday evening, thousands of miles away from the actual event, a big, old house in Clapham celebrates the 30th birthday of my friend Ph...

Two years ago this week, I dragged a wheelie suitcase and a bunch of aspirations up the Clapham Common tube station stairs, and out into a g...

Dutiful turbines slice the endless Gran Canarian wind

One rainy morning last week I spent my bus journey watching a mother and her small son play noughts and crosses on the steamed up window. Ga...

About this time last year I blogged a list of 'I have never....'s. It seems that, without really trying, I have managed to knock qu...

I used to be a real planner. I never would have imagined I could turn into a person who, on Thursday night checks her flight confirmation to...

We love our house. But even I could tell that the kitchen needed some TLC in the form of a lick of paint. And so it was that on a Friday nig...

I'm sure nearly everyone has something that scares them. For me it's death. So much so that even thinking about it now is making my ...

Here is one for you Ness & Dave! The Sunday evening following my jelly experiment, I baked a batch of scones, one of which I topped wit...