Category: Travels

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Secret agents

I stayed with some friends in a mountain hut over the weekend – about which more tomorrow – and naturally we fell into discussion with our host, a hiker from Rijeka who looks after the hut on weekends. “And where are you all from?” she said. “He’s from Croatia,” I...

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Put the light on

I used to live in a hostel, in London. I lived there for a year and a half, sharing a room with five boys. Double bunks, we had, in that small room. I had the top bunk by the window. I loved it. Below me was a young Australian man,...

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Visiting churches with non-religious people

Just for the record, I am a non-religious person. But I grew up Catholic, and went to mass occasionally and always at Easter and Christmas, and I went through all the Catholic rituals like my First Communion and my Confirmation. I’ve read the bible more or less through, and I...

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A brief history of gazontas

Gazontas was not originally my word, but it has become my word. On my first big adventure in 2001, I travelled around Europe for six months with my friend KitKat. In those days, we didn’t have the Euro. Every few days we changed countries and we also changed currencies. It...

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Sorry, little guy

Facebook sure has its moments. Yesterday it showed me a picture of my tent, looking forlorn and lonely in a field. I’d posted it a year ago with the caption “I’ve been living inside this little guy for over four weeks now, but tonight’s the last night. Until next year,...

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Memories are made of

It’s so strange to think that a year ago I was hiking through Lincolnshire. It seems so long ago. One of these days I’ll get around to finishing telling those tales – there are still so many left to tell! As I walked, I kept a very tiny notebook and...

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Source of the Thames

It was on visiting Oxford on a hot, hot day in 2004 that I decided that I wanted to find the source of the Thames. I didn’t know right then that that is what I was after, what I was pursuing. All I knew was that I wanted to know...

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Two Galleries

One of the things I frequently do in London is go to the 14:30 free tour at The National Gallery. Held every day, a guide takes you through 3 or 4 of the galleries, and talks about a dozen or so paintings. The tour is always different, depending on the...

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The witching hour

It’s still yesterday. I mean, I’m still writing about the last day I wrote about. One day, so much to say. It’s still yesterday. I left Richard the Steeplejack at Coleby church and carried on with my walk which continued along the ridgeway and passed through the small town of...