No, not so much the Martini's (although I wouldn't complain a bit!) but. . . Where's James???? Just to be able to travel and pack what we used to. . .remember those days? Anyway, before I get off on some tangent (again!) let me show you what I did manage to stuff into my teeny, tiny sad excuse for a suitcase: Read more →

Having grown up around horses and stables and racing each other up the airstrip (yes, my grandfather had a Piper Cub very similar to this one!~~we used to "fly" out... Read more →