Category: Travels

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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...

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Zagreb After Hours

If you get to the Dolac, or any of Zagreb’s markets, just as it’s closing, you’ll see a small army of old women in three-quarter length worsted skirts, digging through the leftover boxes, looking for food. This is Zagreb after hours. You can get quite a meal, if you know...

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Joseph Grimaldi park

You could easily walk past Joseph Grimaldi park near Kings Cross and think nothing of it. Or you could walk past it and think, as I did, gah, what a dismal looking place. But me being me, I stopped to read the plaque, wherein I discovered that the park is...

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A new way to board planes

I propose a radical new way of boarding planes. Instead of going higgledy piggledy and filling up the plane randomly, even instead of going row by row, I suggest something completely different. – All window aisle seated passengers should go first, — followed by the middle seated passengers, — and...

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The musician’s hand

It’s hard to believe that I, a shameless book nerd, a lover of libraries and the written word, a proponent of public spaces and exhibitions, yes, me, it is hard to believe that in all my times living in and visiting London, I have never been to the British Library....

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On stamp collecting

Australians love to collect stamps. Not just any stamps, but passport stamps. Antipodeans are notorious for being great travellers, and I won’t be the first to say that sometimes I think we do it merely to collect stamps. I was one of those too. So many stamps! All those visas!...

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A bumpy day

I couldn’t let my shoe disaster stop me in my tracks. I now had a new pair of shoes, and it was time to finish the last bit of track from Bardney to Lincoln. I started where I so often started this week – at Lincoln bus station. I caught...

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A Soleful Day

After catching the bus to Lincoln, it was official that I was no longer a thru-hiker. But I couldn’t let the walk between Woodhall Spa and Lincoln go, well, unwalked. I may not be a thru-hiker, but I’m still insane. So after a few days sight-seeing, it was time to...

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Lincoln Days

I ended up spending 6 nights in Lincoln. It’s not what I intended, but it’s what happened. I didn’t completely succumb to urban relaxation, though. I still fit in 3 significant walks, as well as a visit to the Cathedral and the Guildhall. I don’t like religion. I have no...