Quite a few people who follow my conservation work have been edging to get a reaction out of me regarding the slaughter of Cecil The Lion. I honestly did not react with any surprise as I hear plenty of similar stories almost everyday. Some that are even more gruesome...
I’m a nervous wreck, I am calm. This is what it amounts to… all of it. It has been a long life and an even longer year. A year filled with irreplaceable losses and inconvenient truths. One tainted with mistakes, lies and betrayals. All of which scream...
A few weeks ago a full circle in my life came to an end. I was out there in my garden talking to the universe as I do each morning with my cup of tea. Yes I believe that the universe still talks to those who listen and those who still attempt to talk to her. This day...
The Monday Trot Episode 2 The second round of trotting around the Island, while everybody else went to work on a Monday, was down to my own Jungle home – Uda Walawe. Stevie did have some trouble pronouncing the word but he should manage. Started off as two sleep...
There is always going to be something about eight gorgeous girls. And then there is always going to be something and then so much more about eight gorgeously talented girls who will pick up eight instruments and get on a stage. And on that stage they play and sing for...
Should those two words ever exist side by side? Well apparently they do. The reality of the statement hit me rather hard today as I came across an apparent dancer, on one of the photography social networking sites, who I would’ve liked to photograph. She said...
