I first heard of the Azores around 2010. Yup, that’s true, I’d never heard of them before. I read about them in an edition of the Lonely Planet magazine and the spread was filled with photographs of glistening azure volcanic lakes and forested mountains. I had to look them up on a map, I had no idea where they were. [Read more…] about The Azores – A Subtropical Paradise in Europe
It’s a city of bridges and canals and gondolas and pigeons and palaces and masks. And Venice in the morning is beautiful, when the streets shine with water and dawn. The worn stone steps, the parquet floors, the iconic architecture. It’s all so utterly Venice.
But these winding labyrinthine streets and the buildings that tower over them are nothing without the people that fill them. The houses were built by humans, the boats are steered by them, the pigeons are fed by them. The wooden pillars the city stands on were driven into the seabed by people and it’s people who are the heart of this great island. [Read more…] about People of Venice; a human city
Mist peels its way up the valley and I’m glad. There’s something very comforting about being incased in cloud. In mist. In a trillion trillion suspended drops of water. Clear days can be so….clear. Sometimes you don’t want clarity, you don’t want the big picture, you just want a big misty hug from Mother Nature.
Like this day.
I didn’t want to see for miles at all. I didn’t even want to see around the next bend in the single track trail. I just wanted to deal with one piece of the world at a time and absolutely nothing at all outside this forest. Outside my immediate surroundings. I stopped for a drink and a bird squawked above me. That’s fine. I can handle that. [Read more…] about Earth, Mud and Mountain Bikes – A Trip to Afan Forest
I drove past Stonehenge the other day. I didn’t even stop. In fact, I drove past Cerne Abbas too. You know, the chalk man on the hill?
In Peru two years ago, I toyed with the idea of taking a flight above the Nazca Lines. the Nazca lines! I thought. A once in a lifetime opportunity. But I didn’t think about Cerne Abbas. That giant so close to home.
I didn’t think about the chalk horses gracing Britain’s south coast either. [Read more…] about Travelling in the UK: Seeing Our Country with Fresh Eyes
They call this the glass city.
I can see why. It’s filled with galerias, endless lace-like enclosed balconies covering the outsides of buildings.
They look down upon you as you walk the endless streets, their tapas bars spilling out, their patrons laughing with tiny dogs looping their ankles.
There is nowhere where you are not dwarfed by glass. On the marina promenade the galerias are so many, the sun finds itself in a hall of mirrors, bearing down on the fishing boats and the lounging teenagers. [Read more…] about The Glass City and the Sea – Visiting La Coruña in 2017
There’s a minute bifana on the menu but we’ve walked a long way – I’m more hungry than that.
I order what I translate to be beef and rice. The Portuguese, after all, don’t eat lunch the same way we do in England.
I relax in the sun, talking with the skipper about the day and squinting at the turns gliding on the sea breeze. Take a sip of my beer. [Read more…] about Why You Need a Good Poker Face When Eating in Portugal