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”

Solo Travel Sparkle

You might be aware that I’ve had a rough time of it these past few months.  I’ve been licking the wounds of a broken relationship, and I’ve coped with the loss by keeping my head down, working far too many hours and drinking too much wine. The lightbulb moment came a few weeks ago withContinue reading “Solo Travel Sparkle”