In my last post I gave you all the gory details about climbing Sydney Harbour Bridge with a broken toe. I also made a passing reference to my love of structures that span. Add these two prattlings to a conversation that I had recently with a friend and it got me thinking… Bridges.
Easter. I don’t mind admitting that it’s never really sat very comfortably with me. I’m not from a particularly religious family, despite the fact that my uncle was a man of the cloth. To be fair I’m not even from a particularly family-friendly family. When I look back at Easters from years gone byContinue reading “The Ghosts of Easter Past”
Armchair inspiration? Book now for 2021? Travel companies: please, no more!
Apparently, exactly one year ago today I was in Bratislava all by my little old self. It’s just dawned on me that I haven’t actually been on a plane on my own since then. Yep, that’s right, with the exception of a couple of teeny tiny tripettes, my solitary sojourns have gone right up theContinue reading “Solo travel standstill”