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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With tons of love, big hugs and sunny smiles

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Monday, 13 January 2014

Irish Cedric

Cedric is in Ireland and has not been out much, mostly so that folks around here don't think that I'm batshit crazy for carrying a small gnome on my person wherever I go. Rolling green hills aplenty but here he is seen frolicking in the enclosed yard instead (for obvious reasons)


Green grass gnome

Friday, 10 January 2014

Writing Devices

From to-do lists to letters, a large amount of time is spend writing. I enjoy penning it all down. Recently my Mom gave me a gift that she herself received almost twenty years ago: A limited edition 14k golden Mont Blanc fountain pen. My own Parker ink-stick in need of repair is back home in Canada so when I opened the package I was stunned with silence...Her thoughtful gesture put a lump in my throat.

Next to having the most beautiful handwriting EVER my father collects unique fountain pens and has the counter part of this particular Mont Blanc which my parents both received when we all lived together in Gabon. I can't wait to buy ink and start scribbling away! Hand-written letters are going to be mailed! Dipped in cerulean ink...


My new scribbler

Sunday, 5 January 2014

New Beginnings

Local Northern-Irish Dulse will be part of my diet in 2014. Next to local bacon, smoked Irish brie, finely crafted beer and other rural delicacies that make life seem so much more vibrant after leaving the Middle-Eastern desert (insert wink)


Kelping it


My photo
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