So this is it, the end of a very short era - our final blog. From now on we will all have to e-mail and phone to keep in touch but that is OK, a bit more personal and a chance for two way communication rather than our nine month monologue. Don't start weeping immediately though - there is still this one to read and since we are now in we are putting in what we think people will want to know about our new home. Firstly - our new apartment as we spend most of ou...

Wow, New York already - well technically Long Island but most definitely a part of New York State. Took us a little longer to get here than the traditional seven hour ride from London but we had fun on the way that you can't get from a packet of freeze dried nuts and a tiny bottle of red wine. Strangely enough the final leg of our journey was the first time we had any significant delay, a combination of sick passengers, mechanical problems and a big man with a ba...

From San Francisco we drove north across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sonoma Country and my home town.Because my family moved to Dallas years ago I rarely had the opportunity to return to the Bay Area and it had been four years since I was there last. They say that home is where your family is and this is true for the most part but I couldn't help but feel instantly comforted by the rolling beige hills, orderly green vineyards and tall redwood trees against a bright...

Going to San Francisco may be the wrong direction geographically but it is a huge leap towards NYC culturally speaking. Some school friends of Rachelle's picked us up at the airport and took us to San Mateo for lunch (thanks Vicki & Brian) and we actually walked around looking for a restaurant that was open on Sunday lunchtime. In Dallas that is not only inadvisable because of the heat and lack of sidewalks but in some areas it is probably illegal or at least...

We sometimes get comments from readers saying that they need a few paragraphs to be able to identify who has written the blog. I am writing about my 30th birthday so if you don't know who it is by know you are either have never met us or you are delusional.Antony is much older than me and that thought keeps me warm at night. All kidding aside, I have entered the hazy fog of thirty. One friend who has also walked over to the dark side called it the end of youth...