With 50 years experience in decking the halls for Christmas, I have learned to take tips from country decorating magazines with a grain of salt, or better still a fire extinguisher. Seeking ...
Growing up on The Commons (Hill Street) in the ’50s, like all of my young friends, I eagerly awaited the arrival of Santa Claus. I was eight years old when I first began to harbour suspicions about ...
I was too young to realize that I was the lucky one, for right in my own backyard was historic Picton Harbour. My earliest memories of it are of the “big boats” sailing in, loaded with coal. It was ...
In a show of resistance to the commercial frenzy that Christmas has become, this year I am displaying a holiday potholder gifted to me more than 40 years ago. A present from my late husband, Alan, it ...