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Liza Martin-Pope

Pack, remove half, Pack again, remove more and repack…Unless you have HGV

By definition a road trip requires careful packing…then assessment and repacking multiple times, unless you have lorry. Ok this may not seem obvious as a road trip requires route planning financial and safety planning… A three day visit to the wilds of ‘Hidden’ in a 4×4… three adults and a necessary break from the UK.Continue reading “Pack, remove half, Pack again, remove more and repack…Unless you have HGV”

Cake, Coffee and Tea …

Learning something new in Middle Age… well every year since my husband died and my daughters murdered, I have learnt a new skill every year, from gliding to skiing and horse riding. Each time a certain level of courage has been required. So the usual routine of coffee and cake and tea rewards, as aContinue reading “Cake, Coffee and Tea …”

Slowly Slowly …

There is a famous Nike quote, Just do it … I think that exercise is just organised movement… So I think it depends on the stage of life.. With three small children and no help, thinking that organised exercise is possible Is unrealistic, however keeping a tidy home is great exercise, cleaning tidying and dailyContinue reading “Slowly Slowly …”

Ideal…As far from Europe as possible, physically, culturally, and with my children bought back to life ?…

There was a time when afternoon tea, cricket and days at the races, picnics and fun days by the sea in England…. then something changed and it was difficult to know at which point.. Was it when my husband died and I was attacked by a police officer from the force that had investigated attacksContinue reading “Ideal…As far from Europe as possible, physically, culturally, and with my children bought back to life ?…”

When did I wake up and learn to hate my own race ?…

How did it happen that one day after six years of a simple court case in the United Kingdom, I woke up one day and felt hatred for my race…? Is it a form of self loathing or hatred projected to people who have similar recognisable physical features as me ? Or is it thatContinue reading “When did I wake up and learn to hate my own race ?…”

When the memories come, its like a wave…

Sat in the warm night air of Abu Dhabi.. The memories of the past in England are like fragments of images smells and feelings that just arrive unannounced. They are so vivid and the happiness fear and sorrow they invoke is overwhelming and so difficult to accept that I often cannot put them away. ItsContinue reading “When the memories come, its like a wave…”