Author: Mai Griffin

Reflections

Reflections

A more recent occasion when I neglected to grab a camera, was a couple of weeks ago while driving on (I think) the M6, to visit friends in the north of England. We were in the fast lane of four, when traffic came to a crawl. In the distance we could see smoke and, as we moved nearer, the smoke turned blacker and there was certainly more of it. We… Read More

Safely Back Home…

Safely Back Home…

I couldn’t help reflecting on other long road trips. Most went smoothly but one in particular was unforgettable. In 1963, while living in Singapore, my husband decided that we should have a week in Penang. If memory serves me right it was 132 miles away and he drove with only a couple of short breaks in eleven-and-three-quarter-hours, mostly through secondary jungle. The road was about two car widths and mostly… Read More

The End

The End

I have never understood why autobiographies start at the beginning. Unless you know me, the terribly amusing anecdotes of my life as a tiny tot are unlikely to enthrall. When you get to know me as I am now, you may then be interested in discovering the process that went into making those eighty-four years stimulating enough for me to still be here, happy to embrace whatever life still holds for me… Read More

Writing in Spain

Writing in Spain

Juggling the demands of everyday life with the urgency to finish writing the current book is difficult at the best of times, but the summer heat here in Spain has not helped! As you can guess, if you have read of my own experiences, ideas are not much of a problem and, in the beginning, I wrote so much without worrying about the length of the finished book that it reached… Read More