Window on George

When I think of the desert, I conjure up images from the movie   The English Patient, not Lawrence of Arabia. A billowing scarf White linen a plane flying over undulating sands Ralph Fiennes carrying his dying love in his arms... Ralph Fiennes. Ralph Fiennes My pictures are a bit different.    But hey, it's my movie! Did I mention Ralph Fiennes? Welcome to Riyadh, finally!

This morning, as I was walking to work along the rosemary path, I made a startling discovery. At first I was not alarmed. (Hyacinth - for those who know) The gardeners were doing maintenance as usual,  pruning and weeding. I could smell the rosemary cuttings a mile away! But then I noticed the ominous black bags... They were not just pruning the rosemary. They were CUTTING it into a box-shaped hedge! Which is okay, I suppose, if you like that kind of contained, formal approach. But the black bags! Yes, they were full of the rosemary branches, twigs, cuttings.   And they were going to be thrown away :( I was appalled. Can't somebody save it, and then eat it? Why do you throw this loveliness away????? It was very painful to watch.   I picked up a few stems and thought my heart would break. Later the afternoon I took my camera for a walk to survey the damage. The beautiful purple grasses that had sprung up amongst the rosemary, have

In South Africa we make pancakes when it rains. Directly translated, we bake pancakes. These are not American pancakes, neither British nor French. They are neither crumpets nor crepes. They are pancakes. This afternoon Riyadh had a brief trickle of rain.  It rains, you make pancakes. You start off with the batter (a family recipe) which has thickened in the fridge for at least 3 or 4 hours.   You NEVER make the pancakes with freshly made batter.   It's simply too runny.   The gluten needs to develop so that the pancakes are soft and not chewy. You take the cold, thickened batter out of the fridge, turn on the heat and get a heavy pan ready.   Stir the batter thoroughly and add a bit water if its too thick.     Family tip:    add a teaspoon or two of sunflower oil to THE BATTER.     While you are waiting for the pan to heat up really well, mix white sugar and ground cinnamon in a bowl or jar.   Get a large plate ready and sprinkle the cinnamon sugar on

My town, George was proclaimed by the  Earl of Caledon , governor of the Cape Colony on  St George's Day , 23 April 1811, and named after the reigning British monarch, King George III.       Adriaan Geysbertus van Kervel was appointed the first magistrate.     One of Van Kervel's first acts as magistrate was to dig a  furrow  to supply the first thirty six  plots  in George with water.      An 1819 map shows the original furrows and storage dam where they remain to this day in the Garden Route Botanical Gardens.     My house is right there.   If only they had supplied 40 plots... The Georgian era is a period of British history from 1714 to 1830, during  the reigns of the kings George I, George II, George III and George IV  (with the sub-period of the Regency, defined by the Regency of George IV as Prince of Wales during the illness of his father George III).  The style of Georgian and Regency houses was based on that of classical Greek architecture. The propo

I loved my white sun hat. It offered glamorous protection from the sun. It could be folded or rolled up into my handbag or hand luggage. I washed it in the washing machine. It was the perfect accessory for my Dior sunglasses. It travelled well. And it loved the sea as much as I do. You live on Hong Kong island, you go on water. You go on water, you have wine. You want champagne? Go on Aqua Luna. My hat was still new here.   And very white. Water is water.   Sky is sky.   Sand is sand.    Earth is Earth. My hat lapped it up! My first visit to Phuket 2011 - many years after the tsunami.   I need more tops! Phuket again, July 2013.    Leaving Hong Kong.   Took my hat with me. My pool in George has JC le Roux.   The Westin in Macau has Pina Coladas. I need more swimsuits! Lamma island, Hong Kong. Post-typhoon. Stormy waters. Small but powerful waves. I lost my beloved Dior sunglasses (above) there that day.   The s