Think of a group of 20 people you know. Friends or family, work colleagues or social gathering. One of that 20 will have suicidal thoughts at some time in the year. Continue reading It doesn’t take a superhero to save a life.
Landing in Oslo airport was a world apart from the Gatwick experience in more ways than one. Continue reading Carbon footprint guilt? Go to Oslo.
Google the term and prepare to be bombarded with pages of predictable marketing, for gifts, flowers and dining packages. But not everyone rushes to the paypoint. Spare a thought for those NOT honouring their Mothers this weekend. Continue reading Mothering, for a day or a lifetime?
It may have been a wet weekend in February, but with a little research I was able to enjoy the warmth of Roman hospitality. Continue reading Alternative Rome; a city of dead poets, stray cats and glass owls.
Anyone who tells you its always raining in Ireland obviously hasn’t spent much time there Continue reading The trip to Copenhagen that ended in Galway – part 2
one wild corner had escaped me and long been on my bucket list. To roam the wild west shores of Connemara, with its shaggy little ponies, misty mountains and steely-coloured lakes had long been a romantic notion. Continue reading When a trip to Copenhagen takes you to Galway
the most jaw-dropping spectacle in Segovia must surely be the giant Roman aqueduct.
It’s not every day you find wild boar of local provenance on a menu and we positively pigged out ( pardon the pun) in royal style on several local delicacies cooked to perfection. Continue reading Day 3: a Portuguese interlude
This arid landscape was littered with previously-drowned, stony villages, a legacy of the sixties’ Franco regime, skeletons of dry stone walls stretched across the dusty plain and a tiny stone shepherd’s shelter, long submerged, lay exposed in the lower levels. Continue reading Real Spain; Day two-the arid road to Salamanca
…as I landed in Madrid airport for a short but very welcome break, my expectation was coloured by decades of second-hand reports of sangria and straw donkeys. Continue reading Real Spain – day one