Letters 1940-41

My parents met at Glasgow University in the years before WW2. When war broke out, my father joined the Royal Navy while my Mother taught in Glasgow schools. The correspondence between them during 1941 describes how my father attempted to woo my mother in between disposing of bombs underwater. The contrast between my mother’s panics […]

F is for Friday Fajitas

Friday fajitas are a family tradition. With the meat (chicken and steak) cooked on the BBQ, the ones in New Zealand, eaten in the fresh air are particularly tasty. A table full of dishes of salsa, kidney beans, re-fried beans, grilled peppers, grated cheese, salad and sour cream are all the ingredients you need to […]

A is also for Alpacas

Mummies and babies We visited a wonderful alpaca farm owned by two friends of Fr’s. Sherlin Alpaca Stud. We witnessed several alpacas being sheared (protesting loudly) and then were allowed into the field with two mummy alpacas with their newborns. The shop was full of gloriously coloured wools (dyed by the owner) cosy coloured blankets, […]

T is for transalpine express

This was a wonderful day trip from East to West on a comfortable train with huge windows. Dramatic landscapes through the alps, contrasting with long tunnels, small townships, lakes and rivers. We started in bright sunshine which decreased as we progressed, finally giving way to rain by Arthur’s Pass. We looked out in vain for […]