I have spent my life divided between three continents, and hold dear the memories of the years I spent in each. Closing my eyes, my mind travels back in time remembering the smells, sights and sounds of each place that was once home. I feel the freezing winds of Scotland; I recollect the humid heat of Sri Lanka; I breathe in the smell of freshly cut grass in New Zealand's meadows; and I taste the saltiness of the clear waters that surround the Maldivian islands.
Every time I move away to set up a new home elsewhere, I leave a little bit of me behind. I also take away with me lots of memories and some small mementos to place in my new home and remind me daily of the past.

This kiwi stands on my workspace, its large egg never hatching.

The Maori doll is a favourite toy of my daughter.

A hand made clay tea set, only used for particular occasions.

A wooden decorated elephant, stands on my bookshelf, ready for the festivals.

My tea bags are stored in this Charles Rennie Mackintosh ceramic jar.

Over the front door hangs this Celtic design carved in stone.

On my kitchen counter sit a basket of beautiful shells I have collected over the years.
I wonder what I will take away with me when I move again from here?