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Return to the Dolac

And here I am, back at the Dolac, as though time had never passed. The weather is warmer than when we left, the sun is shining, people look less miserable as they stand about hawking their wares. The air of desperation that wearies you in winter is gone. Today they...

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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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Ian Thorpe forced to stay in closet

Ian Thorpe revealed yesterday that he was forced to stay in the closet as a teenager because he was asked too early about his sexuality. Thorpe, an Olympic gold medallist and champion swimmer, who came out publicly as gay last year, was attending a panel on homophobia in sport as...

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Running and rabies

Ah. It’s me. I’m back. I still have a stack of posts to write up about “le grand walk” (not sure why it’s French, as I was walking in England, but anyway…) But in the meantime, a quick anecdote. I went for a run. Perhaps that was my first mistake....

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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...