Adventures and Real Food
It’s said that the only certainties in life are death and taxes. While it’s hard to deny this truism, it doesn’t ease the blow of either. Recently I was shocked and sad to learn of the passing of a dear uncle, my Uncle Ed, who lived in Hong Kong with his family. He has been…
When I think of riding a horse, it’s always in the English vein. Being a Brit, we didn’t call it “English” when I was growing up, it was just horse riding. And I have to admit, I’ve never taken to Western or cowboy styles of riding. However, the chance to be on and around horses…
The last time I visited Cornwall—the furthermost point of south-west England—was over forty years ago. I don’t remember much except for sitting in the back of a steamed-up car with my siblings, squabbling and eating hot Cornish pasties. I vaguely remember a harbor, the sea and steep narrow lanes. Latterly, of course, if you’re into…
I’ve yet to see Jackson Hole in the winter, under a blanket of snow, but I can tell you that in its glorious abundance of summer, carpeted in wild flowers and grassy meadows, it is a glorious thing. If you haven’t yet been, don’t delay. There are few places where I feel like a leave…
Breakfast at Persephone Bakery, the much-acclaimed, highly stylish boulangerie and café in Jackson, Wyoming, is pretty much all it’s cracked up to be. Old-town shabby chic, and housed in what appears to be a Victorian single-storey wooden building, Persephone is nestled amongst towering trees, just a few steps off the main square. But before we…
A bit about me... I grew up in the UK and moved to Northern California in the late 1990s, drawn here, like so many others, by the lure of the dot.com ...
