Guide Dog on Samos

Guide Dog on Samos  April-May 1989  I’m not a huge fan of animals, being nervous of most dogs and squeamish about wildlife.  But just now and again I could cheerfully take a cute little pup or a fluffy kitten home with me:  like the winsome little mongrel we met on Samos. My late husband, known…

The Wrinkled English Woman  on Patmos

I was so mad I could have Riverdanced on the spot in sheer temper.  To make matters worse I was minding my own business at the time.  Before she delivered the blow I could honestly say that not only was I happy I was at peace with the world – but let me rewind to…