Travel Diaries
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
Head for the Hills
A morning parkrun followed by breakfast and an unexpectedly slow drive along some French motorways.
Bored? Oh!
A day of driving through France collecting occasional geocaches, ending at a spectacularly pretty chateau.
French Connection
An account of our 16-day family holiday in 2019, in which we travelled to the very bottom of France and back up.
Derwent Water
A bit of driving and a bit of walking on the flat. Oh, and some cake. Light relief after the previous day.
Driving Up
Driving the Porsches. Well, not me, obviously. I wouldn’t want to, and the boys won’t let me.
Lads in the Lakes
Fast cars, big hills, and beer. What could be better? Even the weather was unusually good for November.
Verona
A wander round another lovely old city, which turned into a search for ammonites in the pavement.
The Italian Job
A highly accelerated version of the “Grand Tour” that Georgian and Victorian gentlemen used to undertake.