I’ve talked about Longleat and its winter lights before. I’m an annual pass holder so I go regularly but I especially go for the lights. I don’t like Christmas. I find it stressful, I loathe enforced fun, I hate the movies, I don’t like the songs and I hate that it begins so early and… More Longleat’s Festival of Lights 2017
Last weekend I went on a Level 3 walking weekend in South Wales with my Girlguiding region. Level 3, in our terms, is a bit above Mountain Training’s Hill & Moorland Leader but a little below full Mountain Leader. I am not a Level 3 walker. When I walk – which hasn’t been recently –… More Bog-squelching in Wales
A couple of years ago when I was in Iceland, I was driving around Snæfellsnes when I spied an eminently climbable volcano beside the road. I can’t remember why I didn’t stop and climb it there and then but I filed it away under my mental list of things to do next time. This year… More Another Tiny Volcano Adventure: Saxhöll
This month’s photoset is Iceland’s Golden Circle – and because I went there in September, I now have autumn pictures to add to my summer and winter ones. By the way, I had a ridiculously perfect snowy pastel-skied winter day and a perfect blue-sky-and-sunshine summer day, whereas my autumn day was damp and drizzly and… More Photoset: The Golden Circle all year round
I’ve talked about my travel origin story before – about the time I went to Italy at fourteen, about that fateful night at Rangers in 2008 that resulted in me going to Helsinki. But I’ve skipped a link in that chain. I’d recently watched Ewan McGregor & Charley Boorman’s Long Way Down – their trip… More I forgot why I started travelling
I am not as gentle on my cameras as I could be. In fact, my current one is half-dead because something has gone wrong with the zoom knob – a lot of the time it ignores me, a lot of the time it switches on movie instead and some of the time it zooms in… More Useful Travel Items: Always-On Case
Last week I went to Latvia. I spent most of the time in Rīga but I spent a day in the countryside at Sigulda. You’ll hear about that later. This story takes place during my day in Sigulda. Thirty or so miles east of Rīga lies the Gauja National Park. Sigulda is a small town… More I found Latvian Silent Hill!
If you’re female, in your early-to-mid twenties, have a penchant for solo travel and work with half a dozen Good and Proper Married Women, you’re probably going to hear “you’re so brave!” any time you suggest going anywhere that’s not an all-inclusive family resort in Spain and France. That’s the politest way I can describe… More “You’re so brave!” and how I’m *not*