Ever dreamed of a weekend in Paris on your own? Of meandering along the Seine, exploring the left bank, or photographing the Eiffel Tower by moonlight? Perhaps even taking your paint box along to capture the majesty of the Sacre Coeur? You might think that travelling solo is for the young and the brave? Or…
How to get Lost in Paris: But Are you too Frightened to do it Alone?
Ever dreamed of a weekend in Paris on your own? Of meandering along the Seine, exploring the left bank, or photographing the Eiffel Tower by moonlight? Perhaps even taking your paint box along to capture the majesty of the Sacre Coeur? You might think that travelling solo is for the young and the brave? Or…
5 Things You Didn’t Know About The City Of Bath
The Royal Crescent Everyone at one time or another has probably seen images of the Royal Crescent in Bath. Inspector Morse strolled down the fashionable street in 1997, as did Kiera Knightley in The Duchess (2007). But did you know that without the influence of a certain dilettante named Richard ‘Beau’ Nash the Royal Crescent…
I Call This Home
Central England: a walk on my common I live in a semi-rural town just north of Birmingham. I call this home, because this is where my loved ones live and where most of my friends live too. It’s where my roots are. Travelling to me, means being on the move. Have you ever considered why…
Aubigny sur Nere is a wee bit of Scotland
Located in the heart of Central France, sits the pretty town of Aubigny sur Nere and I’m lucky enough to have a conversion de grange just a few kilometres away. This fascinating town was completely unknown to me until we began the laborious job of installing electricity into what we laughingly called ‘the house!’ Turning up…
New York, New York
You might think a trip to New York is quite conventional and quite expensive. Millions of people travel there as tourists and on business every year. When I told people I was visiting for the first time, I got loads of advice about the “10 things” I must see and do. Of course I wanted…
The Promenade Plantee: Paris
When I was a child, I could see our local bus terminus from my bedroom window, that’s if I craned my neck. At night, when the buses were all lit up I made up stories about the passengers sitting inside: where they were going, and from which magical journey they were returning. I had this…
Me travel? Of course!
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