My mini-break in Ibiza.

I haven't been to Ibiza since the late 70's, because my parents lived in Majorca, right next door.  So, in need of sun, sea, and siestas, I booked myself in for a 5-day mini-break in September, to see if I still liked The White Island, thinking it would be off-season.  It wasn't.  It was still busy and pricey BUT I have never eaten such healthy & delicious food, the weather was perfect, and, frankly, the Island ticked nearly every box for this fussy traveler. I had one of my best solo mini-breaks ever!  

Goodwood Revival, 2017.

We were unlucky, for my first Goodwood Revival, torrential rain showers, wind & mud on the first day of this famous 3 day Festival!  Everyone dresses in vintage for this important date in the calendar - some wisely put carrier bags around their vintage shoes!  So glad I took my 50s coat and wore little pink socks to keep my footsies warm.  As for my hair, the gorgeous housewife curls I had done especially for the day, drooped within a couple of hours!

Sometimes I laugh so much I pee in my pants!

Well, that got your attention, didn't it?!  I in 3 women suffer from the odd leak, especially those who have had children, from spring chickens to silver foxes. Although I haven't had babies, I have always suffered from a weak bladder and occasionally have just peed myself I've been laughing so much.  The first time was when I was 17 years old, in the street!  Thank goodness I was wearing tights.  Nowadays, although the urges are worse, I have followed all of my own advice below and listened to my doctor, so it's only an odd trickle.

Eat, Drink, Sleep, Walk: in Bournemouth!

This summer I, plus one, was invited by the Bournemouth Tourist Office to spend a couple of days in the jewel of Britain's South Coast.  My parents used to holiday in Bournemouth, in the 50s, so I have wonderful memories of playing on the lovely sandy beach there. And hot summers|!  Despite living in pebbly Brighton, down the road, I still go back whenever I can. The last time was a couple of years ago, on my own, to see Noel Gallagher in concert. More on that trip here.

Being a MOD for the day!

Every August Bank Holiday weekend in Brighton, thousands of parka wearing, scooter riding men & women come to town for Modculture.  For those too young to remember, the Mods & Rockers of the 60's used to meet up (and sometimes fight) here on the South Coast: the former on scooters & the latter on motor bikes. (If you want to know more about that era a great movie to watch is Quadrophenia).