Nomadic Emma

There's nothing like coming home to find a squishy parcel from one of my most favourite people in the world, patiently waiting for me. P...

Training for a marathon does strange things to you. I've now got just under five weeks until the start line in Paris which in some ways ...

Sadness and tragedy seem to be around every corner at the moment. Like a dynamic duo of darkness they hide amongst the pages of this month...

Right now, a little country holds its breath. It holds its breath and waits in the hope that miracles may appear from the rubble. That from ...

Every now and then, just on the odd occasion, maybe when things aren't going so well... I wonder if perhaps I should have gone to Japan ...

Last night I fell asleep in a moon beam. Like a long strip of silk it floated down from Heaven to Earth, tumbling through my skylight, event...

It's been difficult to think of anything in any way interesting, amusing or exciting over the last few weeks. Hence the long stretches o...

Right now, over on the other side of the world, one of the most special people in the world is celebrating 40 years. 40 years of love, light...

This year I've made a conscious decision to 'keep it local'. Clapham Common is a great part of London; a green haven tucked down...

Better late than never should probably be the headline for this post. The 2011 Paris marathon is on April 10th, and I'm registered to ru...