View from the Potting Shed

This is our final day in San Francisco. We both have mixed feelings about it: looking forward to getting home to familiar surroundings and our own bed, but we’re also enjoying the city and our family here.
This morning we had breakfast with Robert, Nicola and Lucinda, who was dressed as a mole — she was […]

The view from Top of the Mark was exactly what it said on the tin: top of the mark. We sat at a table overlooking Grace Cathedral and Nob Hill watching the sun set and the city lights come up while drinking cocktails and port (not together!).
Forty-five minutes later and nineteen floors below we made […]

Something Jane has been saying since we arrived in SF on Thursday is that she’d like to walk across the Golden Gate Bridge. To put this in context: Jane hates bridges. But she was determined to do it, just to prove to herself that she could. So today we wandered down to the bridge and […]

Today we laid low and lived the life of luxury on Pacific Heights. This was the first day that Jane managed to get the option of a long lie; the extensive building-work in the area however conspired against her and she got up around 09:00. But from then on in we really did nothing much.
I […]

Jane and I were up bright and early this morning (unlike the sun) and out the door before Zack was awake. We hiked our way down Broadway Street to the Ferry Building, which took just over an hour, and purchased four tickets to Larkspur Landing. Forty-five minutes later Peter, Dorothy, Jane and myself were sitting […]

We took the elevator to the top of the Space Needle; it cost us $12.50 each for the privilege. Still, the view from the top was amazing. Jane considered the journey up (travelling at 10 mph) to be one of the most terrifying experiences of her life. There is a Starbucks at the top (of […]

I haven’t seen Mark T. Powell (aka Empty Bowel; M. Tea Towel) since I was living in London, so that was probably 1997, but seeing him again it could have easily been last month: we picked up from where we left off. I’d never met his wife, Kathleen, or his daughters Ann-Marie and Sarah.
Our arrival […]