Drie Gebroeders (Three Brothers) is a common name for a Dutch vessel, often the result of several brothers co-owning her, or as in the case of my 121-year-old lady, the original skipper having that many sons. A quick look through … Continue reading A girl called Neeltje
personally I have long disliked the time of long hours of darkness, cold temperatures and artificial light. But every cloud has a shiny lining if we look for it, Continue reading Dark days ahead? Banish those blues with these easy steps.
Whether you travel from near or far, this peaceful place has so much to offer – heritage, natural and built, is in abundance as well as activities including golf, sailing, fishing, water-sports, walking, cycling, boat trips and diving. Galleries and workshops showcase arts and crafts from talented local artisans. Gourmet chefs tempt you with tasty produce from their doorstep – you certainly won’t go hungry. Continue reading PORTAFERRY – a wild taste of nature, ancient heritage and coastal activities.
For the first time in my life, I had to listen to what my body was saying, concentrate on calming my mind and learn a whole raft of new skills to cope with a suddenly less able physique. Continue reading A Homeland Odyssey Beckons.
Not only will this help the people who serve you, but the freshest and tastiest food or most unique and memorable souvenirs will be your own, even bigger, reward. Continue reading Respectful tourism – too much to ask?
I had come here completely ignorant of the country, expecting rugged roads with sparse comforts and danger lurking round every corner. In total contrast, I found warm, welcoming people with a sound sense of humour, great pride in their developing country and so much worth preserving. Continue reading Albania, Days 9 &10 – Kruje, City of Skanderbeg and the Dyvjaka- Karavasta wetland paradise.
Albania had given me slow food, and slow lifestyles. Now I also had slow driving! Continue reading Albania, Day 3 – The Road of Death and Lord Byron’s footsteps.
Listening to this modest man’s tale, I couldn’t help but wonder how many of his countrymen I have passed before in the UK, ignorant of their stories. Continue reading Albania, Day 2 – Refugees and Raki via Korce and Erseke.
As we joined the melee of tooting and revving vehicles in the charge up the hill, the scene was reminiscent of a film set for a Whacky Races production. Continue reading Albanian Adventure – Day 1, Tiranna to Pogradec.
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.