Kingston Bridge at 6 a.m.

6 a.m. is my time. The boys are still asleep in their cozy beds, dreaming their small child dreams.  They are safe and undemanding. I walk into the living room, half open both sets of curtains and look out on Kingston Bridge, quiet for the moment, asleep like the homeless people living in the arches… Continue reading Kingston Bridge at 6 a.m.

The lasting effect of Friedensreich Hundertwasser

I've lived around Kingston-Upon-Thames for a number of years now.  There is one spot I just really love.  It is a mural, a study of the Artist Friedensreich Hundertwasser, and I have always been intrigued by the work.  Partly because it decorates the underside of a railway bridge in one of the less frequented parts… Continue reading The lasting effect of Friedensreich Hundertwasser

Five take a holiday in Cambodia – Guns, potholes and a demon taxi driver

We have to organise a ride to the border.  Our time in Cambodia is up, money is running low for me and the girls have plans.  I chat to the Moped guys who have been ferrying us around the temples.  The best they can do is offer a seat in the cab of a pick-up,… Continue reading Five take a holiday in Cambodia – Guns, potholes and a demon taxi driver

Five take a holiday in Cambodia – Too stoned to climb downstairs and the children of the temple

One thing I really remember were the stairs both outside and inside a number of the buildings.  Sheer, almost overhung, high with tiny spaces to balance your feet, obviously built by people with much smaller feet than myself.  It was hard enough going up without the occasional wobble of a badly set stone. Inside Angkor… Continue reading Five take a holiday in Cambodia – Too stoned to climb downstairs and the children of the temple

Five take a holiday in Cambodia – Lost in the Khmer Empire

We wandered the temples for hours, completely absorbed in the beauty and tranquility of both nature and history.  We climbed through and on the buildings, there is nowhere like this on earth. It was both supremely relaxing, and awe inspiring too.  I felt if I could live there, I would never need to see anything… Continue reading Five take a holiday in Cambodia – Lost in the Khmer Empire

Five take a holiday in Cambodia – buying pot and a policeman with a Kalashnikov

Some of us wanted something to smoke, so I headed to the local market on the advice of one of our moped guys.  This itself was an experience, the market completely covered by patterned cloth supported on bamboo poles, the flimsy roof constantly rippling in the breeze, the sun shining down through the gaps between. … Continue reading Five take a holiday in Cambodia – buying pot and a policeman with a Kalashnikov