Rushing around & Leavings -November 2017

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

Notes from a small fishing town. June-August 2017

We slept on the promenade again last night, not exactly ‘on’ the prom, we were on the road that runs … 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

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

That last morning in Whitby was such a wrench. We’d sat in the shop, the Dispensary for quite a while, … More

We had had a tense journey again from Blackpool via Wales and the Snowdonia national park. It should have been … More

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