If you read the previous blog, then you'll know that recently I went down to Devon for the weekend, and along the way, much to my delight, passed Stone Henge . For me Stone Henge seemed to be one of those places that are in the UK, but I never really knew where - kind of adding to its mythical air. Unfortunately I wasn't in the car on my own, so my first glances were passing, but on the way back to Winchester we made a mini-detour and availed ourselves of the car-park. From there I grabbed my camera, picked my way through the cars, crossed the road and found myself face-t0-face with a fence. That's right, you'll need to pay to get into Stone Henge - not much, but remember to take your wallet with you when you get out the car. Instead I tried to take some pics through the wire... People seem to like to take pictures of the stones set against the sunset. I had two problems: 1. Loads of selfish people who insisted on standing in the way & 2. Wrong time of day. But I ha...

Last weekend I visited chocolate-box Devon. After setting off and reading the directions (in that order) I saw the words 'pass Stonehenge' amongst others. This got me a bit excited. But due to traffic being horrific we didn't stop and did 'pass Stonehenge' as directed. A lot of tar later and we passed Exeter, heading towards the West Hams and Totnes. Our final destination was between Totnes and Dittisham , along the river Dart (and very near to where Agatha Christy used to live.) From the moment we left the A3-something you start winding through the trees, along the river and down the increasingly smaller lanes. For an advanced warning sign of the width of the road ahead look at the hedgerows. The bigger and taller they are, the smaller the road will be. But brake testing aside this is such a great area to come and get away from it all, to relax and enjoy the views, glass of wine in hand. And if you run out of vino you can always visit a nearby vineyard! The area i...

I've been inspired by wine again, and have been silent on the subject for too long. On the weekend I had lunch at an English vineyard in Devon, and this finally nudged me to pull finger and get back into the game. So this morning I got tapping away on the keyboard and gave birth to Lucky's Wines . I decided that a separate site would be needed, so that for those of you who only like one wine fact a day I wouldn't be boring you. While those who wanted to get involved could. I'll be writing about the wines I try, hoping to compile one fabulous long wine-list, together with a bit of foodie stuff. So if there's anything fabulous you think I should know of, then drop me a line (or send a bottle!) The site's address is www.luckyswines.com . You may have noticed that I've dropped the 'blogspot' part of the address (yes, I'm getting cooler!) And once I'd done it for Lucky's Wines I thought LuckyAmeba could benefit from the same treatment... so ...

As I lie here on my bed I'm near exhaustion. My laptop rests on my bent knees hiding the most painful thighs! My eyelids are open for the moment, but I can't be sure for how long. The thought of climbing up and down the stairs is enough to put me to sleep - and this is only today, tomorrow brings the opportunity of experiencing tough, tight muscles, punishing me for not having ridden for so long. Eleven or twelve years ago I had my last lesson. That's quite a long time. Yesterday I got back in the saddle. I spent half an hour starting off on the lead rein and finishing in a light-seated canter around the arena, having passed my hacking-out test. Today I signed up for a two hour hack. It started at 1:30 and finished at 4:20... and I had a truly awesome time! If I'm honest the height-fearing, shark avoiding side of me was a little nervous, and for the first hour, until I'd found my seat, I wondered if I'd done the right thing. But when it's right, it's so ...