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
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.
As the RAF sought to sink as many of these potential invaders as possible, miraculously she survived, emerging with just the visible scars of cuts and welds made to her bow as proof of her war record. Continue reading Not just a houseboat – the incredible story of a very old Dutch lady.
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?
My route also included a somewhat decrepit chain ferry. This was recently made infamous by the television programme Top Gear, who hammed up their crossing with rather large cars. Continue reading Albania, Days 5 & 6 – The Blue Eye, ancient Butrint and Ksamil by the sea.
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.
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.
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
The recent release of coins and stamps in celebration of this writer’s life revived a nostalgia in me, so I went in search of the real Miss Potter and discovered we share more than a love of writing. Continue reading Helen Beatrix Potter – mother of today’s conservationists