It seems that in life in general, and in travel circles in particular, there is an awful lot of talk of bucket lists. What you’ve got on it, what should put on it, what has never been on it, which things you’ve ticked off it and which things you’ve added on to it and why.Continue reading “Why I don’t have a bucket list”
All aboard! The sailing from Tallinn to Helsinki is much more of a breeze than I expected. Sure, it’s an early start. But it’s civilised enough and there are no major dramas. I sit outside on the upstairs deck and enjoy the wind whipping my face and messing up my hair. I arrive in HelsinkiContinue reading “Helsinki – body clock to cock but back to who I am”
Amazingly enough, I am not murdered in my bed by the Russian guys in the next room, or by anyone else for that matter, and so Sunday morning dawns, albeit much later than I’d expected. I’ve managed six whole wonderfully unbroken hours sleep. Woohoo! But I am running late so there is no time toContinue reading “24 hours in Tallinn”
Sitting in the bar at Trumpton Airport, sandwiched between the Car Crash Couple and the Dish of The Year got me thinking. About travelling – solo, naturally. And about people. And about choosing to spend our lives with someone. Or not.