As the others took in Body Worlds and the Van Gough Museum, I sauntered through the streets of Amsterdam at my own pace, taking in its sights and sounds. Dam Square, home to the Royal Palace, where I fell in love with Ted. We both have the same hair, which I think is rather sweet, but I am philosophical. Holiday romances never last.
As Katie Melua told us, there are 9 million bicycles in Beijing, so I’m surprised to learn there are only 881,000 in Amsterdam. They are everywhere. 58% of the population cycle to work on upright bikes, and there’s not a scrap of lycra to be seen. The Dutch have mastered the art of sedate cycling while holding an umbrella above their heads, a necessity during the monsoon-like rainstorms the city often gets.
Once you’ve been bitten by the travel bug, there is no antidote. Wanderlust will course through your veins for the rest of your life. Travel, for me, has always been an addiction. I can never get enough of it, despite having been forced to slow down a bit recently. An Continue Reading
After overnighting in Glasgow and putting the FlyMAYbe disappointment behind me, we took the high road to Kintyre by car at 08.00hrs. Half an hour out of Glasgow, flashes of the bonnie banks of Loch Lomond, start appearing from behind the trees and from there you are transported into another world as the road weaves its way through idyllic un-spoilt countryside.
I am realistic when it comes to travelling. No trip goes without a hitch. Trains, boats and planes rarely run to schedule, they are susceptible to the weather, and they go techie at the slightest provocation. Getting on and off the rock I have chosen to make my home, is often Continue Reading
On our final day in Liverpool, we crammed it all in. The Liverpool Museum, a ferry across the Mersey, duck and Cantonese noodles and prawn toast for a very late lunch, followed by my long-awaited mind-blowing experience.
Music is at Liverpool’s heart and you can listen to live music just about everywhere, from buskers on street corners to bands playing in the pubs and restaurants.
I have been back at home for four days after a whirlwind weekend in Liverpool. Since returning home I have been walking around in a psychedelic haze. Nothing to do with mind-altering drugs but the buzz I left Liverpool with, which is slow to wear off. Knocking things off your Bucket List Continue Reading
I’ve done a fair amount of travelling in my time, although a fair amount is never enough when it comes to travel. I’ve experienced long and short-haul delays. I’ve been grounded when aircraft have gone techie. I’ve been subjected to impossible fellow travellers and have taken it all in my Continue Reading
Whilst on safari, I lost weight fairly quickly and it wasn’t just to do with the heat. After enjoying a sundowner watching impala gambol happily in the bush, we would return to camp to find them on the dinner menu, which was just too hard to swallow. The only time I have ever been offered a gin and tonic for breakfast at 5.00a.m. was on safari and it was the only time I have ever refused one, sensibly realising I was getting enough quinine in my anti-malarial tablets.
I’m biased when it comes to The Algarve. It is my personal, European haven, the place I would like to spend more time. It’s not just a passing phase, I’ve been in love with the place for twenty-six years… and who can blame me? I have waxed lyrical about it since I was blown away on my first visit.
The city has a feel-good factor about it. It is a place where buzzy cosmopolitan ambiance blends perfectly with its historic richness, with the River Stour meandering its way under the High Street on it’s way to the North Sea at Pegwell Bay.
12 days, three different parts of the UK and I absorbed the sensory delights of all three.
My father met my mother outside the pub during a meet of the foxhounds and the rest, as they say, including me, is history.
The Lake District National Park with its rich, multi-layered geological history dates back half a billion years and offers stunning panoramic vistas for miles around.
With a heavy heart, I heaved my backpack over my shoulders. “I love you,” I said hoarsely, taking one last look at her normally loving limpid pool eyes, which glowered disbelievingly back at me, daggers drawn and feeling like the biggest shit of all time, I slipped out the front Continue Reading
Glasgow for a few days, before moving on to the Lake District for a week, then on to Harrogate, the place of Betty’s Tea Rooms and my birth.
Eleven days and counting… I Named My Dog ‘5 Miles’ So I Can Tell People I Walk 4 Miles Every Day! http:/blog.spartadog.com I do walk every day, the way my writing companion, Cassie the Blog Dog, looks at me is enough to get me out of the house and up the Continue Reading
We are staying at the Apartamentos Cordial Mogán Valle. After the monsoon-like rain the day we arrived, things have improved to the extent that I have just had to come inside … because I’m too hot. We are here until Friday and don’t think we have seen the last of Continue Reading
Boarding a coach with a group of fellow glum and pasty-faced looking Brits, aching to find some sunshine and trying not to cry as they were dropped off at their various rain-soaked hotels that they had so carefully chosen several weeks before
You never know what’s lurking in tropical sand.
A local hostelry at the end of each hike is very appealing, along with the views
I will visit the mighty cathedral, take a boat trip up the river and go to The Marlowe Theatre. For I have lost my heart to Canterbury.
Time and Tide wait for no man Geoffrey Chaucer It was a remarkably swift pilgrimage from Gatwick to Canterbury and we arrived after dark in this historical city, checking in to the very comfortable Canterbury Lodge on London Road. Heading for the city center in the drizzle, we quickly stumbled upon Continue Reading
In a couple of hours, I will be flying from Jersey to Gatwick and onward to the ancient city of Canterbury, Kent, UK