About Flying Gurnards: Haven't seen any Flying Gurnards lately. Still like odd stuff. And sometimes I do stupid stuff and call it spontaneous. True story. I also don't have travelling shoes. They broke before I left home (omen?) and since then it's been mostly bare feet and flipflops although I keep killing them and consequently am on my fourth pair. I miss home. And everybody that makes it what it is. I feel fortunate doing what I do where I am. And I am still full o' love for life!

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Wednesday, 30 November 2011

No Place Like Home

..Before I lived in the House with the Red French Doors I have been fortunate to live in other hidden gems on the island. An old pioneer home in The Funky Orchard on the Bay; co-habituated with a musician in a rickety cool den on the sea with roosters ruling the yard, and last but certainly not least, Ratfish Lodge.

On five acres of forest a leaky solar-powered house was built with unique features that I still think of with fond memories. This shot was taken in the winter...Imagine an outdoor solar shower in the vegetable garden, boardwalks to the charming outhouse & bathhouse/sauna, a giant woodstove, generator in the woods and solar panels.
Nights were candle-lit and emphasized the lovely solitude whilst the tiny outdoor propane fridge was carefully watched by the family of raccoons lurking nearby. In the winters it was so cold that the bedroom would become abandoned and thick velvet curtains were hung in the solarium, becoming a little niche to sleep near the fire. I loved every minute of it.

Ratfish Lodge


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I vividly remember the first time I saw a pair of flying gurnards. It was a mesmerizing sight, not only due to my infinite love of unknown oddities but also because of the sheer grace and allure they exuded.
What would life be like without enigmatic experiences such as these?

Flying Gurnards & Other Concoctions contrives inspiration from both the mundane and the unusual and offers a quirky glimpse into adventurous times and enchanting encounters to be had on land and sea...
I've dusted off my travelling shoes in hot pursuit of remedies to alleviate Twitchy Feet Syndrome and its overriding nomadic nature - confronting it with a dapper dash of spontaneity, love and delightfulness