Topophilia, travel, grief & guilt

I happed upon a new word the other day.  Topophilia. If it’s a new word to you too then in very simple terms it means ‘the love of a place’. Throughout my travels, particularly during the past 10 years when I’ve been heading off solo, some destinations have struck such a chord that I’ve visitedContinue reading “Topophilia, travel, grief & guilt”

So Long, so grateful

In my previous post I was really happy to report heaps of positivity about what’s been going on in my life and how I was feeling about it all.  Despite the world continuing to be a really shit place it felt great to be able to share so many sunny snippets, no matter how seemingly inconsequential theyContinue reading “So Long, so grateful”

One hundred days of solitude

As if 44,000 deaths wasn’t devastating enough, this week we passed a grim milestone. A hundred days of lockdown. A hundred whole days. A hundred days of, thankfully, still being alive and well. A hundred days of taking care of ourselves and one another.

Smiles and memories

In my previous post I was pondering how 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 goContinue reading “Smiles and memories”