Category Archives: Wishing I wasn’t here…

Romance and ravage on the Orange

REFLECTING the flames beneath long lashes, his dark brown eyes caught mine across the campfire. The slow smile that teased his tender lips took my breath away. In a strong, fluid motion, he rose – tall and lean – and … Continue reading

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When the GPS drives you up the wall

APPARENTLY I cannot read a map, which is why it was decided on a recent family holiday to Italy that we would hire, along with a galumphingly great campervan, a portable global positioning system (GPS) to help us navigate the … Continue reading

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A ferry tale

HERE’S the thing: despite being born under the zodiac sign of the fish (whatever that means) and having broken the record in the under-9 freestyle for girls way back when, I am a landlubber like no other. Take me further … Continue reading

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