Travel stories from a mum looking for holidays filled with bonding not baby sitting.
There is a country saying “There is something about that old boy I don’t like about myself”. It always makes me smile because watching someone be outraged at a total stranger’s behaviour can at times say more about the person than they actually want to give away. We have had decades of hearing things about... Continue Reading →
My mum had me, her only child, at 18 and raised me by herself. Despite conventional wisdom of the early 70's, I don't think it ever occurred to her that she couldn't do it on her own. What other people thought was of no concern to her. This fact was the subject of the biggest... Continue Reading →
There is a trip, a pilgrimage really, that the kid and I have made every year since she was born. The annual trek to the Tamworth Country Music Festival. For us it's a work trip but the one she most looks forward to every year. For a busy working artist the festival is hectic but... Continue Reading →
On tour with the kid 