Boxing Day Walk with Church – 26 December 2014
Somehow, tucking into extra helpings of turkey at the Christmas dinner table seems forgivable because, by noon the next day, I’ll have walked off the excess with the church Boxing Day ramble. In theory.
Category: Family
In Pictures: Waddesdon Manor at Christmas – 30 November 2014
Fast becoming an annual Christmas tradition, our annual Waddesdon outing is one that I will gladly repeat in 2015.
Results 2014: The Jigsaw of Life Begins to Fit Together – 14 August 2014
Just before 8:00am, I was presented with the two familiar login boxes that would now unlock the truth of my future.
Express Check-In: I’m Home, But Not For Long – 2 August 2014
I am sat in the back of a taxi, my passport still in my pocket, my shoulder still aching from the weight of carrying so much hand-baggage. Blighty, I’m home… but not for long.
All Aboard the Windsor Duck Tour – 29 June 2014
There’s a new beast lurking in the waters around historic Windsor. Big and bright yellow, it’s not exactly difficult to spot – everywhere it goes, it attracts the attention of the people it passes. And not just when it’s on the Thames, but when it’s on the land too; it can both swim and crawl.
My Late‑eenth Birthday – 22 June 2014
A birthday in late-April is no time to hold a celebration (examinations begin in the early weeks of May), but two months on, my late eighteenth birthday party was blessed with wonderful weather.
Five years after the family hosted an evening boat party to mark Mum’s 50th and Harriet’s 18th, I picked this Sunday afternoon to hold my very own. With me engrossed in revision, Dad had done the vast majority of the organising, although I came up with the finer details: deciding on the menu, compiling the playlist, and suggesting a ‘Henley’ dress code.
Breakfast with Dad in Windsor – 20 June 2014
Andrew Burdett enjoyed a full English breakfast with dad Richard, at the Crooked House of Windsor… all thanks to a Groupon voucher.
D-Day: 70 Years On – 11 June 2014
Fighting Spirit Under clear blue skies, sheltering from the heat of the blazing June sun, French Republican Guards stood in the shade of a giant hoarding. Upon it, a simple inscription: 70ème Anniversaire du Débarquement. The weather on Friday could not have been...
