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A quilt for our littlest one

A quilt for our littlest one

Most grannies would know how eager one is to make (or buy) a very special gift for a new grandchild. In this instance I waited till our littlest one’s second birthday for that handmade quilt. Of course, it took longer than intended, as “handmade” means “taking lots of...
Two passports – dual citizenship

Two passports – dual citizenship

On one of many flights between South Africa and the UK in order to establish a business in London, my husband Brink was told by a British fellow passenger: “Never lose your accent. South Africans are known for their diligence.” We had to pack up and relocate to the...
When I am the sulking older child

When I am the sulking older child

Looking at the parable of the prodigal son, I so easily see only the grateful father running to meet and greet his prodigal, dirty, dishevelled son. But the part of the parable that sometimes confronts me personally is seeing this same dignified father going out of...
Gravesend Riverside painting

Gravesend Riverside painting

Painting this scene on the Gravesend Riverside was quite an experience! It brought to mind the adage: “Fools rush in where angels fear to tread”. Especially if you attempt to do it in watercolours. But, as our Gravesend Art Group –...
Brioche rolls with a twist

Brioche rolls with a twist

Brioche rolls with a twist – literally! Of course, when you want to go to more than usual trouble to serve brioche rolls, you need to have an occasion. This time around we invited our children to come for brunch – with their lovely little 2-year-old as well as Sabi...