You will have seen from my last post that I was in a quandary about whether or not to renew my rambling for another 12 months, given that solo travel was non-existent in 2020 and pitiful at best this year. In the end, I decided that I would keep solong.blog, although I’m not really sure how or why I arrived at that conclusion.Continue reading “My top 10 travel photos of 2021”
You’ll be aware that during the past 18 months travel hasn’t really been a thing.
For some people, last summer might have meant a caravanning holiday with their families, but for me, the furthest I went was to pick up an order from Ikea’s car park, some four miles away.
My life has seemingly shrunk to the size of a pinhead and while I have been happy creating teeny, tiny adventures in my locality, the nagging voice in my head has been telling me that I have been allowing my world to get smaller and smaller and that, when the time comes to start travelling again, I’m going to really struggle to rediscover what little confidence I had.Continue reading “Big up to you, Blackpool!”
I’ve been wondering how it’s going to be possible to carry on writing a travel blog without actually being able to travel.
It’s fair to say that there’s a certain irony at the moment, in creative terms at least. More time to harp on but fewer experiences to tell you about. Indeed, as the weeks go by, I have been worrying that I might start to run out of things to write. I have also been concerned that quite a lot of what I have been saying – particularly about myself – has been rather negative.
But I love my Sunday afternoon outpourings so for this post I decided I’d try something different.