Rebecca is my name. That means I was Becky for the first thirteen years of my life. I still am to my family, or those old friends who know me through my family. I was Becky at primary school and in the first year at intermediate. When I was twelve or thirteen, my parents decided to … Continue reading Rebecca
Memory is as slippery as an over-buttered kipper. Nourishing though. We’re at the midway point of the challenge, and my theme has taken on a far greater significance than it had when I first rather flippantly chose it. Memory has played tricks on me as I’ve written these posts, putting me in places at different … Continue reading Memory
I drove to Napier with my hands painfully gripping the steering wheel. I rarely tow my caravan, and my head was full of images of it wobbling and jack-knifing, coming unhooked and crashing into the car behind, and somehow dragging us to our deaths off the road as we passed through the gorge between Shannon … Continue reading At last, an adventure… (part two: Napier)
Two weeks ago, we hooked our very cool 1974 Classic caravan to the back of the station wagon and hit the road. We’ve stopped off at a couple of places on the East Coast of the North Island of New Zealand and we’re planning to stop off at a couple more. First stop was … Continue reading At last, an adventure… (part one)
Life's full of so much flux and change at the moment, I feel like I'm stuck. You ever had that? Transformation is never comfortable, even when it's for the good...
I purchased a second-hand car this week. It’s very exciting and it's my birthday present to myself. I’ve been driving a tiny city run-around for ages, but it’s just too small for life with children, so I've bought myself a station wagon – a Mazda 6 in fact. It wasn’t as easy as it sounds; it was … Continue reading Have you heard the one about the blonde who goes to buy a used car…?