As if mountaineers roped together, we troop along Euston Road in a line, making our way from Euston Station to St Pancras International with our packs and cases. My now middle-aged self leads the way, ahead of [more…]
There was a game that we used to play in the office called, ‘Would / Wouldn’t’. Every adult female would be attached either of the monikers. We even had cards made that we could hold up as [more…]
Sunday, our final full day in Devon, was to be centred around a visit to The Killerton Estate near Broadclyst, some 25 miles from where we were staying. I knew a little about the estate [more…]
There’s a game to be played with airline names. BA, British Airways, is re-named, ‘Bloody Awful’, Alitalia become ‘Always Late in Take-off and Landing’. And if you don’t realise SAA stands for ‘Sodding Awful Airline’ then [more…]
My interest in Japan grew from visits there in the late 1960s, & I must confess I found it hard to make sense of the place at that time. The Eta suppliers encountered there worked [more…]
After leaving Hardy’s house and having a couple of hours to kill before we were expected at our friends we decided on making at least one, and possibly two more visits to places of interest. [more…]
Tangled up in the Vizconde massacre investigation, I’m having to lie low in a place called Sipalay on the Island of Negros. I keep myself busy in the provincial home of an extended family, a dynasty founded by eight brothers, whose decedents include the [more…]
I don’t know if you’re familiar with Conrad’s ‘Heart of Darkness’? If not, as usual, put this nonsense to one side and find a copy. I realised that I wasn’t particularly well read the day I dropped the iPad in the bath. Don’t laugh, it was plugged into the [more…]
I’d like to open proceedings with a confession: I have never before in my life written a travel piece with even the faintest modicum of honesty or integrity. The truth of the matter is that [more…]
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