Hemingway’s Hangout in Havana!

Currently travelling in South America – and visiting Cuba has always been my dream. Here in Havana a place which has exceeded my expectations, at the moment I am visiting La Floridita, Ernest Hemingway’s favourite bar and on an eventful Friday night, and the place is bouncing; the bar is packed and the live music is fabulous!

Having a blast … after a few drinks that the gorgeous, bronze statue of the man himself, takes on a life of its own, and I swear n that “the man of the sea” has a special twinkle in his eyes for his fellow writers, (not so hard to find in a place like this!) lovely friends , lovely night.

Please excuse the brevity of this post, my internet connection is sketchy at best, I hope my photos get out to you – they were taken during the day when the bar was full of tourists , but at night it was a very different atmosphere, with the salsa , the daiquiris and lingering cigar smoke…



Bad Reputation

I am delighted to have my story Bad Reputation at Spelk Fiction today!

I wrote this short story as I have always been fascinated with the idea of twins. As a child, I believed that twins had magical powers of intuition and shared a very special connection -Imagine having a lifelong friend, someone with whom you could share your dreams and nightmares, and always feel protected …

I knew you before you were born. I felt your heart beating, next to mine, through the liquid darkness. I couldn’t tell where you ended and I began. You were me and I was you, and that’s the way it was.

I have always been in your shadow: I can see that now. I was born six minutes after you, and have spent the rest of my life trying to catch up. I was your sidekick, your play thing, your weaker self. Always the second half of every sentence — Kate and Josie: never Josie and Kate.

That’s why, when you ran screaming into my room that night, covered in blood and desperate for my help, I couldn’t resist taking the blame for you.  Read more…

Around Oroklini ∼Lost Palms

Just taking a long, last look at my lovely row of palm trees before they are cut down. We planted them at Easter nine years ago, shortly after moving into our new home in Oroklini – a not so quiet village on the outskirts of Larnaca, Cyprus.  Unfortunately the trees adapted a little too well to the garden and have now grown so high that they are threatening  the foundations of the wall behind them and overhanging our neighbours garden, so much so, that they have reported us to the council. So the tress will have to go…

It is not the first time that we have lost a beautiful tree; our gorgeous date tree was attacked by an infestation of black beetle-like creatures called, “red palm weevil” which feasts on the roots of date palms. Unfortunately we did not even realise there was a problem until one day the huge tree collapsed sideways. We had to have it chopped down and the roots treated with poison. Dozens of huge black beetles came scurrying out – and I really mean huge! Currently palm trees are dying at an alarming rate in Cyprus due to this persistent pest, but fortunately we still have our orange, lemon and olive trees to give us fresh fruit from the garden.

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