Author Archives: Paw Prints in the Butter

    Was it mistress or rival, or the wife he betrayed? Was it mayor or copper who wielded a blade? Was it poison or gun shot or was it a fall? Did one person do it, or perchance was … Continue reading →

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I went to a tea party today. It was a very small tea party at my neighbour’s house, just her and me, in fact. She brewed Darjeeling and I brought a lemon cake and we sat in her tiny, pretty … Continue reading →

Today (January 16) is Dragon Appreciation Day. There are, as we all know, three types of dragons – but do you know how to tell them apart? A little ditty: DRAGON CASTE The Imperial dragon, the prince of the blood … Continue reading →

He was 40-ish. I was 12-ish. He was an ordinary bus conductor on the number 49 bus from Battersea to South Kensington. I was a child riding to school on that number 49 bus. The conductor was saying all the … Continue reading →

We thought the world had ended the day we lost our beautiful Purdey. Anyone who knows us, or who has read my book ‘At Home in the Pays d’Oc’ will know her story. How she came into our lives almost … Continue reading →

Hey, NASA. I hear y’all have been worried about me these past few months, so I thought I’d touch base one last time. I’ve been up here 15 years now, and I’ve been pretty busy sending you pictures of where … Continue reading →

  This weekend I have been entertaining the Blues, standing around in the freezing cold, talking France (and French), patting dogs, doling out croissants and selling books. It started with the Blues.  Friends of mine are active in the local … Continue reading →

One year ago today we lost our beautiful Purdey, the Brittany spaniel who had shared our lives for almost 15 years. If you have owned and loved a dog you will know what that means. Quite literally it tore the … Continue reading →

Imagine… water on stone, sunlight in an eye-blue sky; the dart of a friendly lizard, the lurk of a scorpion on a whitewashed wall. I’ve just spent a week in magical Tuscany – and I had to work, goddammit! Angela … Continue reading →