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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