I'm biased when it comes to The Algarve. It is my personal, European haven, the place I would like to spend more time. It's not just a passing phase, I've been in love with the place for twenty-six years... and who can blame me? I have waxed lyrical about it since I was blown away on my first visit.
The city has a feel-good factor about it. It is a place where buzzy cosmopolitan ambiance blends perfectly with its historic richness, with the River Stour meandering its way under the High Street on it's way to the North Sea at Pegwell Bay.
My father met my mother outside the pub during a meet of the foxhounds and the rest, as they say, including me, is history.
The Lake District National Park with its rich, multi-layered geological history dates back half a billion years and offers stunning panoramic vistas for miles around.
With a heavy heart, I heaved my backpack over my shoulders. “I love you,” I said hoarsely, taking one last look at her normally loving limpid pool eyes, which glowered disbelievingly back at me, daggers drawn and feeling like the biggest shit of all time, I slipped out the front door. Mental note to self...... Continue Reading →
Glasgow for a few days, before moving on to the Lake District for a week, then on to Harrogate, the place of Betty’s Tea Rooms and my birth.
Eleven days and counting... I Named My Dog ‘5 Miles’ So I Can Tell People I Walk 4 Miles Every Day! http:/blog.spartadog.com I do walk every day, the way my writing companion, Cassie the Blog Dog, looks at me is enough to get me out of the house and up the road. As soon as we... Continue Reading →
We are staying at the Apartamentos Cordial Mogán Valle. After the monsoon-like rain the day we arrived, things have improved to the extent that I have just had to come inside ... because I'm too hot. We are here until Friday and don't think we have seen the last of the rain yet, so mustn't... Continue Reading →