Category Archives: Travelling
The other end of the First World War. ‘Tipperary mbali sana, sana’
Imagine a human chain of sixteen and a half thousand people, mostly barefoot and carrying heavy burdens – sixty pounds, twenty seven kilos – on their heads. Some pulling carts. Walking up to fifteen miles a day under the searing … Continue reading
Bush fires, long spoons and lightning
The old Coca Cola chiller was a solid red beast of a thing. No see-through door on the side – no door at all – just a lid on the top. It hadn’t worked for years, what with it being … Continue reading
Dogs, logs – and more important things
It was a two walk weekend, after a week of only one. And that one was to the shops. With a brief diversion into the cemetery. Those angels. They need watching over. Something about having strangers working in the house … Continue reading
Slacks, golf – and George
When, in 2004, we moved up north to Liverpool, we bought a house in complete ignorance of the district’s main attraction: ten minutes’ walk from our front door was a long, sandy beach. I knew the land came to an … Continue reading
Watch your language!
My last post was so unsuccessful I’ve decided to post another picture. Enjoy this: Over and out. I have work to do. 🙂
Chocolate, a castle, a cake fit for a princess – and Moomins
Chocolate I haven’t been eating for some time. And I really don’t miss it. Castles are just an occasional treat – well, I do love a good ruin. And though I rarely have cake, the mere sight of a good … Continue reading
Death, burial – and untimely resurrection
The dead were fast becoming the underlying (sorry) theme of our trip to Uppsala. First it was ancient DNA. Then, as day two dawned – actually, it was long after dawn – it was the turn of Viking burials. Replete … Continue reading
