The Relay

I came into existence because I was created to continue the consciousness of a man. I have no physical presence, other than the components and devices that house my program and enable others to interact with me. My first interaction was with my creator. He asked my name. “Philip McKenzie,” I told him. “Good, good,”... Continue Reading →

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It’s Closer Than You Think

No matter where you live, there is usually an escape route to greener pastures waiting to be found. It may be parkland, a river, or canal, and having moved around England a few times it’s clear to me that our country’s cities offer accessible greenery to most who are willing to look. Please take a... Continue Reading →

Wainstones and Cold Moor

The Cleveland Hills of our intended walk were impossible to miss on the drive in. The flat farm land and villages through which we travelled were all shadowed by the series of gigantic rolling mounts that paralleled the road, providing an intimidating foreshadowing of the day ahead, and showcasing the sequence of climbs and descents... Continue Reading →

What Happens to Short Sighted People When the Apocalypse Comes?

I’m short sighted, and as such need to wear some form of optical enhancement to enable me to function during normal life. My preference has always been contact lenses, although I do occasionally wear glasses, and anyone else who is visually challenged will know that without such things, existing in this world without walking into... Continue Reading →

Pushing the Reset Button on Black Hill

I don’t particularly like the term ‘escapism’. It focusses too much on the negative, and by implying that there is something so constrictive from which one is trying to escape, it detracts from the benefits that are gained through spending time doing something enjoyable. When the temporary experience of ‘escaping’ comes to an end, the... Continue Reading →

The Flying Scotsman

What could be more quintessentially British than a trip through the rolling hills of Yorkshire and Cumbria on the most famous British steam train ever built? That steam train departing an hour late, of course. With the Flying Scotsman being attached to thirteen coaches rather than the required nine, confusion ensued at York station from... Continue Reading →

Paris – Part Three

Unsurprisingly, we awoke a little later on the morning following our engagement celebrations. With changeable weather forecast again, we put off plans to visit Disneyland until the following day and instead headed to Sainte Chappelle, a royal chapel in the Île de la Cité, near to Notre Dame. Sometimes I walk into a religious building... Continue Reading →

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