I like London. For me it’s maybe the best thing about the UK. I was born there. Grew up there. Left and went back and worked there. Left again and now, occasionally visit there. When I go back to the UK, it’s always London I fly into. It is not perfect, it has too much… Continue reading A special little corner of a big dirty wonderful city.
Three days living in oxygen sealed trade expo domes done. Point Land Rover toward Alps, press go. Exchange the Truman show for the Sound of Music. Roads narrow, wind and steepen. Vistas get better and better. Each elevation revealing an even better snapshot opportunity. Where is critical mass of a mountain ridge line? Not for another few… Continue reading Shoots Moots.
Time presses on and I still haven’t eaten since this morning. A longer road than planned means the light is turning that lovely golden hue as it heads west and south away from my search for dinner in a strange place. Pacing and retracing my steps up and down these narrow stone walkways through the… Continue reading Orbea.
“We’ve got a viewing platform out back, it’s 10ft. You know 10ft is all you need!” There’s an hint of thousand yard stare to this statement of incredulity at my ignorance toward the general height of UFO observation towers, the owner though, not hanging about jumps back into her oversized truck and rumbles off down… Continue reading Moots.
Checking in on internet feeds, watching a friend ebb closer. Kilometres of mountains between us wither as I walk the aisles of the supermarche gathering a breakfast for a silent champion. 8000cal a day equating to all you can eat croissants. The travelleur arriviste. And showers. And puts a wash on. And shaves. And sits in… Continue reading Stamped.