Exiles. Highlands December 2017

It had rained so heavily the night before it had woken us both. There is something soothing and comforting about … More

North from North West. Nov 2017

Blackpool had been cold and depressing and to be honest as we rolled out of town it was a relief … More

There has been quite a lot happened since I wrote this piece but its part of the journey and wanted … More

The day before had been a long drive through the rain and the farmlands of the Po Valley, through silent … More

I’d slept well last night felt rested after yesterday, dressed and stepped out, I’d left a little bag of rubbish … More

I’d woken up cold and was hoping the McDonalds would be open. Though in France there was not a chance … More

London had been busy, I had been really happy there catching up with people dear to me. I had played … More

I arrived at Liverpool street at 5pm rush hour, as I walked towards the gate along the platform I could … More

We left the Chamois D’Or or the Golden Goat as I have loved calling it. This morning, it felt good, … More

We’d finished a seven hour deep clean, we’d been up since 6am for an early breakfast to see off a … More

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