I spend my life shouting at the telly, which I find quite therapeutic. I am particularly vocal during films where medieval castles are getting bombarded (I have sons – I’ve had to watch a lot…
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30. My Olympian moment and other legends
Travelling in Greece brings to mind the opening lines of Remember, by Harry Nilsson: ‘Long ago, far away, life was clear, close your eyes…’ Everything here seems to have been glorious but it was all…
25. Feeding mozzies and finding Heaven
As my friends and regular readers know, my grasp of geography is absolute rubbish. So as we cross from Hungary into Croatia, I have no idea what to expect. I know Dubrovnik is further south…
23. Festivals, fireworks and the Hand of the King
Campsites have a difficult time out of season. Most close altogether, transmuting into strange little glamping-pod ghost towns. Others diversify and let out the space to groups and organisations. Several times we’ve been told we…
18. Oh, Vienna
At this stage in our travels, I am starting to feel the need to give back. I’d always planned to do some volunteer work as we travelled, but so far I’ve just been having an…
17. Bohemian Rhapsody
We arrive at a lovely campsite, just on the edge of the village of Chvalsiny (Pronunciation: make the sound of someone clearing a hefty wedge of phlegm from your throat, whilst being punched in the gut. Followed…
15. Eastward, Ho!
We are off again, and this time we are heading towards Istanbul. When I say that name it conjures up mystery, noise, romance, colour, the drifting scent of spice, and Indiana Jones lurking in a…