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 shrunkContinue reading “Big up to you, Blackpool!”
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So Long, 2020!
And so we reach the end of 2020. The year that I rushed through my passport renewal early on to make sure it had a burgundy cover. Right now it could be sky blue pink with yellow dots and it wouldn’t make any bloody difference.
So long at home: this week’s random ramblings
Since my last post, for which I make no apologies as my writing at the moment, selfishly, is more about sorting out what’s going on in my head than actually telling you anything useful or particularly entertaining, I’m pleased to report that I’ve had a much more positive few days, despite everything that’s going onContinue reading “So long at home: this week’s random ramblings”
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”
