Sleeping Angels

Sometimes when my baby is sleeping, I pop my head over the cot right up to her face and just watch her tiny body. I wonder if she can sense…

I miss the Beach

I miss the beach This might seem a pretty absurd statement considering that soft golden sand is now molding around my body and the sound of the waves gently lapping…

The World is Full of Good People

War, rape, riots, murders.. it’s hard to believe that the world is really a good place when we are constantly inundated with stories that tell us the opposite through our…

Our Children Choose Us

A comment I received via email from a reader of y travel blog made me really smile the other day. It reminded me of what Craig and I believe to…