Category Archives: travel

View from my boudoir, Tuesday at 06:30 … … and from my back garden … … and with me packed and ready for off. My shadow self. Fat thighs and heart of stone. Orchard. Three from this side of the … Read More »

I walked out of St Ives, chez J & L, around 10am on bank holiday Monday and was back on the coastal path within thirty. The going was tough. On each of the past three nights I’d put away more … Read More »

Still in St Ives, chez Jon and Lesley. Here’s my room for the past two nights. Spot the selfie. I didn’t. The plan is to stay here tonight, then in the morning walk out to Zennor (think D.H. Lawrence) and … Read More »

So I had my cliff top coffee and wandered on. This beauty was a good start. The only times I truly miss my big boys’ kit – Canon 7D and two lenses, including the totally fabulous L-series 70:200 f2.8 IS … Read More »

I won’t go so far as to say I didn’t feel and look a complete and utter tit, striding the coastal path with three-panelled solar charger dangling from rucsack, or from towel draped round neck, whichever afforded best positioning vis … Read More »

Vacated Bristol this morning for Totnes by train. Buses dovetailed so neatly I was in Padstow by 5pm. Downside being I hadn’t had time to grab so much as a packet of crisps all day. But as I alighted at … Read More »

I know this will be a blow to the millions waiting with breath not unbated for part three of Why the West hates Putin. But after numerous delays and diversions – not least Roddis v Sheffield Hallam, Parts One to … Read More »

Sunday with the woofer. Past the allotments behind Rustlings Road, through Bingham Woods and down into the Porter Valley. We do the walk at least five times a week, all seasons, but there’s always something new …