Posts Tagged: Travelling

La Dolce Far Niente

‘The Art of Doing Nothing…’ A lovely term coined (and possibly even invented) by the Italians.  Is there ever more pleasure than this? Sunset at Sunset Pizzeria – Marina di Pisa, Italy I have to say, in recent weeks I

La Dolce Far Niente

‘The Art of Doing Nothing…’ A lovely term coined (and possibly even invented) by the Italians.  Is there ever more pleasure than this? Sunset at Sunset Pizzeria – Marina di Pisa, Italy I have to say, in recent weeks I

‘Our team were invited to have a meal of traditional dal bhat…’

It’s amazing how one little sentence can spark an array of memories, twisting and weaving and exploding I would say all over my mind. Dal bhat, the traditional Nepalese post trek chow.  Simple, not particularly elegant, but damn good grub. 

‘Our team were invited to have a meal of traditional dal bhat…’

It’s amazing how one little sentence can spark an array of memories, twisting and weaving and exploding I would say all over my mind. Dal bhat, the traditional Nepalese post trek chow.  Simple, not particularly elegant, but damn good grub. 

Insomnia

It’s always the middle of the night when one can’t sleep that great ideas come to mind. I wish I had my Iceland journal with me, so I could finish my story. Then it would make me feel less guilty

Insomnia

It’s always the middle of the night when one can’t sleep that great ideas come to mind. I wish I had my Iceland journal with me, so I could finish my story. Then it would make me feel less guilty

A weekend in Dubai

I’ve just returned from a weekend in Dubai resembling what can only be described as a baby whale. It’s the holy month of Ramadan, fasting for us minions, and it is a time for extreme reflection and prayer. For me,

A weekend in Dubai

I’ve just returned from a weekend in Dubai resembling what can only be described as a baby whale. It’s the holy month of Ramadan, fasting for us minions, and it is a time for extreme reflection and prayer. For me,

Oh how the British love to queue

Oh how the British love to queue… I’m sitting in amusement at Glasgow airport. At my gate (the right gate, eventually) on my way to London.  A manic weekend of catch ups and shows (Wicked!) ahead.  London is always chaos.

Oh how the British love to queue

Oh how the British love to queue… I’m sitting in amusement at Glasgow airport. At my gate (the right gate, eventually) on my way to London.  A manic weekend of catch ups and shows (Wicked!) ahead.  London is always chaos.