Category Archives: Dorothy Bruce
Prunus and sakura
It’s cherry blossom time again. Although many of the trees whose blossoms we now enjoy in gardens and parks originate in Japan, we do have our own cherry trees, amongst which is the wild cherry or gean as it is … Continue reading
Stormy break
Long time since I’ve posted. Time has run away and left me trying to keep up, though difficult to pin down exactly what has kept me so busy. But a holiday to escape the worst of the winter and a … Continue reading
4000 years young
We were in the centre of Heraklion in Crete. Our bus had dropped us here so we could wander the streets and take in the atmosphere or visit the Archaeological Museum to see artifacts from nearby Knossos prior to our … Continue reading
Knossos
This autumn we spent two weeks in Crete. Staying not far from Heraklion we knew we had to visit Knossos. We could have visited by walking half a mile along a narrow yet busy road with no pavements or verges … Continue reading
As Greek as sun and sand
It seems such a long time since I last posted, but the summer has just flown past. Can’t say why I’ve been so busy, nothing in particular apart from publishing a book for a friend (more of which in another … Continue reading
Summer gnashes its teeth
For the last couple of days summer has gnashed its teeth in Scotland, girning and moaning in windy torrents and lashings of rain. The atmosphere has been decidedly frosty too with a cold wind making low temperatures feel even lower. … Continue reading
Primed and programmed
This has been a very strange general election, coming as it does just five weeks after our local council elections. A snap election called by our Prime Minister who managed to overturn the 2011 Fixed-term Parliament Act to call it. … Continue reading
And then there were clowns
In the week before the carnival in Funchal the broad boulevard beside our apartment turned into a riotous mass of swirling shapes and colour. Madeira was in party mood. Bright awnings pierced with shapes were slung between trees. Beneath these, numerous stalls … Continue reading
Carnival in Madeira
The colour, glitter and liveliness of this amazing parade. Continue reading
The sands o’ life
My love is like a red red rose That’s newly sprung in June: My love is like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I: And I will … Continue reading