Monthly Archives: October 2014
The Tears and The Lotus Generation ” A warm and witty feel good read.”
Dusk has settled all around me in my writer’s eeyrie then I realise that I have been sitting at my desk without moving for hours.To the left of me is my Fathers birthday present carefully wrapped with matching tissue paper … Continue reading
Dulce de Grosellas: Summer in a Jar
Originally posted on hungry sofia:
I don’t remember having currants – red, black, or otherwise – growing up, so I was surprised to find them in one of the older Cuban cookbooks I’d been using, Delicias de las Mesa by Maria Antonieta…
Wandering the Old Streets of Lisbon
Originally posted on Travel With Molly:
I have a confession to make. I went to Lisbon last week – for a whole week – and I did absolutely nothing. Well, that’s not strictly true. I ate what seemed like huge…
Letters from Madagascar: Fort Dauphin; An Introduction
Originally posted on Wanderlust Nation:
Fort Dauphin is an island in the far South East of Madagascar. It is located on a peninsula (the French word is presqu’île, which is one degree closer to an island than a peninsula) which…
Flor macro
Originally posted on Photography Art Plus:
Love the colour… Photography Art Plus View original post
A Delicious Feast in France ……… extract from The Lotus Generation by Carole McCall
Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day. Frederick Nietzsche We passed the afternoon reading and snoozing and I could definitely hear a rousing game of boules going on in the far distance. Finally … Continue reading
A Lobster in New York Extract from The Lotus Generation by Carole Mccall
We met at the airport and the flight was on time. I had always had a problem with long haul flights as I just could not sleep but I had enough books to keep me occupied for the whole journey. … Continue reading
Three memorable Mediterranean seafood dishes
Delicious food from the Mediterranean
The Mouse in the Kitchen… extract from The Lotus Generation by Carole McCall
The interior of the shop was gloomy after the bright summer sun. As I adjusted my gaze I saw a young woman looking haughtily back at me. In my haltering French I started to ask her if she knew where … Continue reading
Carole McCall Author and Coach 