There is something almost mesmeric about mosques for me. I love the graceful, curved domes juxtaposed with the thin, spiky minarets and the haunting call of the muezzin conjures … Continue reading Mosque Hopping in Lebanon
There is something almost mesmeric about mosques for me. I love the graceful, curved domes juxtaposed with the thin, spiky minarets and the haunting call of the muezzin conjures … Continue reading Mosque Hopping in Lebanon
Dust was my first impression of Lebanon’s capital. A grimy dust that hangs in the air and claws at the back of your throat. That and the ear-splitting traffic noise, … Continue reading Despatches from Beirut
The funniest moment of the weekend was my dad falling over on the cross-country ski track and, slipping and sliding on the icy surface, struggling to get back up, legs wobbling like a newborn calf. Doubled over with laughter, we were powerless to help. In the end he managed to haul himself back into an upright position on his skinny skis and manfully completed an entire circuit. We were at Mezaparks, a forest park half an hour’s tram ride from the centre of Riga.
* Was delighted yet again by Matthew Bourne’s production of The Nutcracker * Went to Moro in Exmouth Market for the first time – beyond delicious: go if you can * Got back into zumba – such a fun way to exercise, even if you can’t dance for toffee *