Greenwich Park and the city on the hill
by Rashmee
Posted on March 14, 2021
/ TRAVELS IN MY MIND At least once a week we amble through Greenwich Park, a couple of hundred acres of green space with a history that reaches back through the arches of the years. Hundreds of years. Once upon a time, this space, owned by the Abbey of St Peter at Ghent in Belgium, … Continue reading “Greenwich Park and the city on the hill”
Read MoreThe Pomskies and Cavpooshons of Greenwich Park
by Rashmee
Posted on February 7, 2021
/ TRAVELS IN MY MIND Move over Goldendoodles, Maltipoos and Morkies. The Pomsky and the Cavpooshon are here. Every week, I see new varieties of mixed breed dogs gambolling in Greenwich Park in southeast London. The Pomsky, a cross between a pomeranian and a husky, had the erect triangular ears and distinctive face markings of … Continue reading “The Pomskies and Cavpooshons of Greenwich Park”
Read MoreThe Real Bread movement arrives in East Greenwich
by Rashmee
Posted on January 31, 2021
/ TRAVELS IN MY MIND Rejoice, all ye in east Greenwich, we have a real bakery. Not only is it now possible for everyone wending their way up Trafalagar Road to buy a fresh loaf, a scone or a slab of chocolate cake, Fingal’s Bakery is part of the Real Bread movement. That 12-year campaign … Continue reading “The Real Bread movement arrives in East Greenwich”
Read MoreImagine a cucumber that looks like a grape-sized watermelon and tastes of lemon
by Rashmee
Posted on September 3, 2018
That, ladies and gentlemen, is a cucamelon. It’s on the vine in my garden. I grew it myself. Having recently harvested a couple or three cucamelon fruit, I can report they are exactly as adverised. The cucamelon tastes like a faintly lemony cucumber and can be popped straight into the mouth as one would an … Continue reading “Imagine a cucumber that looks like a grape-sized watermelon and tastes of lemon”
Read MoreLessons from the goldfinch I found lying dead in my garden
by Rashmee
Posted on June 21, 2018
I found a dead goldfinch in my garden in Greenwich, southeast London, and felt hopelessly sad and vaguely guilty. One of its thin legs stuck out at a strange angle, suggesting it had fractured as it fell down dead. Or perhaps it fractured prior to death in some other avian-felling disaster. What chance has … Continue reading “Lessons from the goldfinch I found lying dead in my garden”
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Rashmee has lived and worked in several countries in the past decade, including Afghanistan, India, Haiti, Tunisia, the UAE, US and UK