by Pamela Whitby | Sep 6, 2022 | Memoir, Stories
‘Just to let you know that your portrait is almost finished. Would you be free for a viewing on Saturday morning?’ My stomach lurched. It was a message from the narrative figurative painter Kate Wilson, who is also my dear friend Katy, on a bright sunny morning in...
by Pamela Whitby | Mar 7, 2021 | Stories
The long rectangular boxes were the obvious place to start unpacking. They had been around forever, since the Floral Duet days. During school holidays, I would sometimes help in The Shop, as it was known. It was exciting when the wholesaler truck arrived with boxes...
by Pamela Whitby | May 16, 2020 | Stories
There are two things that South Koreans love to talk about – the country’s four distinct seasons and the food. These were two things that I came to talk about too. The seasons: the hot thick humidity of summer and its threat of acid rain; mountain walks in...
by Pamela Whitby | Feb 21, 2020 | Stories
‘I was born in Manchester and when I was growing up I said to my father “why did you bring us here to this place where it rains all the time?”. Did you know that’s why they call it Rainchester. Don’t you worry about Storm Dennis, there is a storm here...
by Pamela Whitby | May 4, 2018 | Stories
How did you end up in the cul-de-sac that is business journalism? It was a question put to me at a London lunch party with a bunch of film buffs back in 2001, by a successful somebody who should have known better. I remember feeling like I’d been slapped in the face....
by Pamela Whitby | Feb 27, 2018 | Stories
Our guide, who introduced himself as Bee, was waiting in the lobby of our hotel at Coffee Bay on the wild Wild Coast of South Africa’s Eastern Cape. It was going to be a scorcher of a day, but we’d decided, anyway, to do the walk to Hole in the Wall. After Table...
