The sleeper train from Paris to Portbou, just inside the Spanish border, started promisingly. A French woman and an American woman who’s been in France for 8 years shared the six berth cabin with me. I didn’t get to sleep straight away and then I started to feel a little unwell, partly I think due …
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On the tube leaving London on Wednesday evening I saw a headline in someone’s paper about a massacre in Paris. I paused for a moment in my head, but assumed from the headline that whatever had happened was over and I continued on my way. There were a bundle of police outside the metro stop near my …
I was trying to catch up with my posts for Scotland so that I would be able to keep up with them from London onwards. Well, Lancaster, London, Paris, a spot of Spain and Barcelona are now behind me and no posts for them! I was in a little village outside Lancaster for New Year’s celebrations with …
I did two big walks while staying in Edinburgh. The first one we went up Cold Law in northern England at the end of September. A law is a hill. On the second walk I went through part of the Pentlands, hills just south of Edinburgh, in the days before Christmas. In between I also walked up Arthur’s …
It was November and I needed to get out for some fresh air and country side. I wanted to visit the Hebrides but didn’t know which island to aim for. The ferry timetables decided it for me so I caught the train on Friday evening to Oban to catch the ferry to Coll first thing Saturday morning. I had …
The biggest question being asked in Scotland when I arrived was whether it should become an independent country. Campaigning was in full swing as polling showed the gap closing between yes and no, until a poll that had yes leading raised passions another notch. More interesting than the politicians …
