July 2015

Wotter Otter (30 July 2015)

In 1962 relatives in Canada decided their poor English cousins would benefit from a generous bulk-load of cream cheese and sardines. For months my mother would mime our breakfast choices. Clucking like a hen to indicate dairy - don't ask...

It happened in Monterey a Long time ago (24 July 2015)

Good bye Santa Barbara, hello Monty. 249 miles, through changing temperatures, changing sound tracks and changing scenery. 249 miles and we would be in Monteray. We all knew we were going to have to film stuff, but after 249 miles...

Myly Virus (20 July 2015)

Six days down, ten to go and the virus hit me like a truck from behind. My head hurt, my chest hurt, every part of my body ached, the cost of a US doctor was prohibitive so I had to...

Volley balls. (19 July 2015)

It was Fathers day in the UK, they were with each other as I lollopped around my luxury 12th floor bedroom. Didn't want breakfast, didn't want to get dressed, but it was our one and only day off and Sybil...

Hot Doggedy Dog (18 July 2015)

How different is New Orleans from Los Angeles. The French Quarter with its genteel courtyards, people walking, a sense of its own history, and LA with its billboards, traffic and technology. Outside my 12th floor window, a wonderful hotel for...

Gator on a stick. (17 July 2015)

Friday 19th June, and our stay in New Orleans had come to an end. Impressions linger. Balconies, hospitality, beads and beignet sugared noses. My big red suitcase, packed to the gunnels, was left by the desk in the suite of...

Big Easy Beignets. (16 July 2015)

Three days in and it feels like I've been away for a month. Jim has been dealing with my little red car which failed it's MOT. Rust and a nail in the tyre, along with speeding fines and I'm thinking...

Go Chigger. (15 July 2015)

So we arrive at the Wednesday in the Bourbon Hotel. June 17th. We had only been around for two whole days and it felt like we had been on a caravan through the Sahara. Now here I am in the...

Tuesday in New Orleans. (14 July 2015)

Waking up in The Bourbon Hotel was glorious. Clothes hanging neatly in the 'closet', clean white towels. Delicious bath lotions. I chose a white dress for the N'awlins shoot. Great idea until I realised I had to wear spandex knickers...

US here we come. (13 July 2015)

Dear All, here's some of my American travels. Shlepping around my lap top was a great idea in my head BUT the heat and the travelling meant I hardly unpacked it. The journey out was an early start, 6.30 a.m....

I'm home. ( 8 July 2015)

Welcome all. I have been recovering from jet lag. I have been recovering from extremely long shooting days, 100 degree heat and more air flights than a migrating goose. So I'm back. My shoulders are as brown as a Peruvian...

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