Cheesy Lines

Earlier this year I was in France visiting friends. I spent some time in the Alps skiing, but couldn’t resist a few days in the world’s city of gastronomy, Lyon.

Markets are always a drawcard for me when I travel. Les Halles didn’t disappoint. The cheeses were so beautiful and varied that it was hard to chose which ones to indulge in. Only the price was limiting!


Les Halles de Paul Bocuse, Lyon.

Wondering and Wandering

I don’t think I’ll ever lose my wanderlust. It ebbs and flows like the tides on my doorstep here in Western Australia. Sometimes the pull to stay ‘home’ is strong: when the beach beckons, and the outdoor lifestyle is easy, with good food, wines and friendships.

Then there are times when the lure of new shores overwhelms, the draw of old haunts tempt, and the need to leave this remote city to return to the familiar people and places of my formative years is stronger than the urge to stay.




Red terracotta roofs

atop the dense housing

in Lyon, France


A weak sun peeps out

through dense foggy skies

in Vallorcine, France.

Atop a Mountain

Last month I was so lucky to be staying with a friend in a small village, Vallorcine, near Chamonix in the French Alps. We were blessed with great snow for skiing and snowshoeing while surrounded by stunning scenery.


When you get to the top of the ski lifts and look around you it’s exhilarating. A different sense to the achievement had we hiked up there, but I love that feeling of being on top of the world.,284,en.html