Arts
Ocean-to-Ocean, Part 2
Readers will recall from Part 1 that, for my retirement trip, I had decided to sail across to the eastern seaboard of the US and then travel across to the other side of the continent, [more…]
Cruising
Arts
Ocean-to-Ocean, Part 1
Having finally become a Puffin-of-leisure in June 2024, I decided that it was time to start making use of my new-found freedom and begin travelling again, something I had previously enjoyed but which was rudely [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Ninety
Monday Good morning, all my lovely readers. I wasn’t looking forward to waking up to another wet morning, but the forecasters seem to have got it wrong again, as when I trotted down the garden [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Eighty-Nine
Monday Good morning all my lovely readers, there’s a bit of a change in weather this morning here in London. It is not so hot, although pleasantly warm, and there is more cloud around. I [more…]
Drinking
Cruising to the Canaries – Part Three
Day 10 – Monday, at sea I awoke just after six thirty to scattered cloud and a bit of movement. We are on a fast run for this ship, about 20 knots, to Cadiz for [more…]
Drinking
Cruising to the Canaries – Part Two
Day 5 – Wednesday, Funchal, Madeira I awoke just after six; it was still dark, so turned over and went back to sleep for another forty minutes. This time it was grey and grotty, and [more…]
Drinking
Cruising to the Canaries – Part One
Day One – Saturday As I have made the Baltic level of the P&O Peninsula Club, I have a few perks on this holiday, one of which is an early boarding time. Today I am [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Eighty-One
Monday Good morning, happy readers, from a sunny but chilly early morning London, where I am happy to see Liebore has learnt nothing from last week’s election, and its representatives on the Sunday morning political [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Seventy-Five
Monday Good morning, my friends. There was a bit of watery sun about when I strolled to the bottom of the garden for my poo behind the gardener’s shed. Something had been digging down there. [more…]