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”

The Great Indoors

For someone who is happiest when she’s escaping – whether it’s a week away on the other side of the world or a mini-adventure closer to home – the lockdown has taken away my one and only true passion in life. It’s fortuitous that my current personal circumstances meant that a lot of travel wasContinue reading “The Great Indoors”