Paris – Part One

It was 32 degrees on Friday afternoon, and the coach from Beauvais airport into Paris was rammed full of sweating tourists, cursing the lack of air conditioning and hoping for a break in the traffic. Sammy was a few rows behind me, and before taking in the local culture was distracting herself with country music,... Continue Reading →

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Walking: Goathland

Sunday nights in the 90s involved surviving the horror of Songs of Praise and the Antiques Roadshow (the theme tunes to which still send shivers down my spine), taking the weekly bath, then settling down to Last of the Summer Wine and whatever BBC One or ITV drama was currently snaring the millions of viewers with only four channels to choose between. A mainstay... Continue Reading →

Square Peg

The table is an agreeably polished and smooth surfaced wood. I don’t know what type of wood, but it’s dark and has swirling grains along which my finger absently saunters. The people seated around it are all conversing confidently; jovially at first, then sternly and accusatory as time progresses. Their faces don’t appear happy, despite... Continue Reading →

Walking: Settle and the Three Waterfalls

The monitoring of weather forecasts has begun to take up a great deal of our time lately, with weather apps on phones and TV, plus of course the traditional Countryfile ‘week ahead’ forecast on a Sunday night where the presenters shun their formal attire for a pair of jeans and BBC approved pullover. On returning... Continue Reading →

Wakefield and the Ice Cream Conspiracy

We’ve been living in Wakefield for around two and a half months now and whilst it's not our intention to stay forever, it's not without its benefits. We live close to the motorway junction which is convenient for my commute to Bradford; the Dales, Moors, and Peaks are all a reasonably short drive away, and... Continue Reading →

Walking: Kilburn and Byland – Attack of the Big Bloody Bull

Sammy and I lived in Wiltshire for a while, and at one point we were located very near to the white horse at Westbury. There are sixteen of these enormous horses carved into hillsides around the country, mainly in the south of England (including eight in Wiltshire alone), so they are a sight that we... Continue Reading →

Walking: Rievaulx Abbey and Moor – Invasion of the Sheep

When I was at school studying GCSE Geography, I remember a technique for measuring distance on a map by using a piece of string to trace along the feature in question - a river or path, for instance - then unravelling the string and comparing it to the scale on the edge of the map.... Continue Reading →

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