A medieval cathedral city in the southern English county of Wiltshire, 9 miles south of the iconic prehistoric stone circle at Stonehenge. The city’s ornate 13th-century cathedral has a 123m spire, a working 14th-century clock and an original copy of the Magna Carta (the Great Charter), a key document from 1215 A.D. And Fudgehenge (keep reading, it’ll become clear.). Salisbury. It’s also the city where the kindest thing ever happened to me as an expat.… View Post

English Traditions: Bell Ringing in Churches

English Traditions: Bell Ringing in Churches

One of the moments in my life that I’ll never forget is hearing the Church bells pealing as Mr Kiwi and I took our first steps as a married couple. Our favourite song was playing, many of our favourite people around the world were smiling all around us and that bloke who had just vowed to stand beside me through thick, thin and endless photographs of doorways (that wasn’t in the vows, it was implied) took… View Post

72 hours in Chester

72 hours in Chester

Chester is the first holiday I’ve ever booked through the power of Instagram alone. We had been looking for somewhere as a long weekend break (well, I say we, but I had actually been put on a travel ban which Mr Kiwi now mostly denies, his baby blues all innocent) when I spotted that a friend of mine had day tripped up to Chester. It was beautiful. So firing up the laptop, I booked us… View Post

Staying at the Old Vicarage, a luxury guesthouse …

Staying at the Old Vicarage, a luxury guesthouse in Cornwall

When an intriguing proposition to review the Old Vicarage near Truro landed in my email inbox, I knew that it was all the excuse I needed to book in a long weekend and breathe in the fresh air of Cornwall, somewhere I’ve been meaning to explore forever. Disclaimer: We were excited guests of Jon and Marilyn at the Old Vicarage and eviivo but all of our enthusiasms are very much our own… From London we plotted… View Post

Pocahontas and her connection with Gravesend, Kent

Pocahontas and her connection with Gravesend, Kent

Sometimes I feel that this country isn’t real, that Britain is actually a storybook tome, disguised with trees and chimneys to fool the reader into thinking that we are living on a rock. In actuality perhaps if we prodded it a little bit harder and peered a little bit closer that we would see the seams between worlds. (That got a little bit Matrix in style, sorry!) But seriously, it sometimes seems as if each… View Post