What You See...

In a city like Perth where there isn't an extensive history of Western European culture it could be understandable that you may want to...

I have a reputation of liking old stuff. Old houses, old fashions, old novels, old religions... So when my photo albums from the UK show...

I can't remember what inspired us.  It may have been a desire to see a bird's eye view of London from something other than the L...

I hate modern art. I really do. I see no purpose or beauty in its presence. Too often its crude, unimaginative, untalented and unworthy o...

It being the middle of Summer, we decided a trip to the seaside was in order, and with half price tickets to Brighton, it seemed the place t...

Waiting in Kensington gardens for a friend who was running late, I stumbled upon a stone marker in the ground covered on two sides with a s...

Hidden on the outskirts of South-East London is Eltham Palace. Once the abode of medieval kings and a childhood home of Henry VIII, it no...

Cross the highway and follow the uneven footpath down among the houses. To your left a pillar stands where right upon a cat is perched, wai...

Dear Researcher, Please allow me to describe a creature to you, a machine designed to do your bidding; Programmed to obey your every ...

Travelling around France in 2008 I bought a macaron cookbook. Two actually.  Both full of pictures, both full of delicious recipes, bot...