50-something solo tripster
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!”
I’ve been wondering how it’s going to be possible 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 weeksContinue reading “Smiles and memories”
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.
In this post I’d like to tell you about my all-time top three trips as a solo traveller. When I refer to ‘trips’ I daresay you’d be inclined to think that I’m talking about journeys I’ve made. But you’d be wrong. I actually mean falling over. Specifically, falling over while travelling. You know that age-oldContinue reading “My All-Time Top Three Trips”
So Long! 