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Walking Over Haddon in The Peak District

I confess I'm a fair weather walker, which means I often want to walk on our holidays, but whether we go is always dependent on the weather. I have a Goretex jacket but it's like a talisman. I own it, but I don't want to wear it and I hope vainly that just by having spent so much on it an schlepping it with me that it's going to ward off the rain! As you can see my travel planning involves a good deal of "magical thinking!" In California our cultural exuberance (paired with low standards) means we shamelessly call anything a "hike"  - as if we've scaled Everest in an afternoon. Here in England I'm not sure I even qualify as a "walker" because that denotes a level of seriousness I've failed at previously. Minimally it means you're wearing boots  and have an Ordnance Survey map (and possibly a compass) in your back pocket. I guess I'm more of stroller to be honest and I've blogged about my strolls all over the world; m…

A California Spring, 2012

The Spring in California isn't something we earn by living through a cold hard winter. Even at its worst the weather is mild, sometimes sunny and hot, sometimes wet. Then one day  you notice the magnolias are blooming, the pruned rose bushes are sprouting or that forget-me-nots have seeded all over the gravel in the  garden. It can begin in December (truly not the time for Spring) but by late March the wisteria has joined the parade and we're all beginning to complain about our allergies!
Point Reyes, March 2012.