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The Kintyre Experience

After overnighting in Glasgow and putting the FlyMAYbe disappointment behind me, we took the high road to Kintyre by car at 08.00hrs. Half an hour out of Glasgow, flashes of the bonnie banks of Loch Lomond, start appearing from behind the trees and from there you are transported into another world as the road weaves its way through idyllic un-spoilt countryside.

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FLY, MAYBE…

I am realistic when it comes to travelling.  No trip goes without a hitch.  Trains, boats and planes rarely run to schedule, they are susceptible to the weather, and they go techie at the slightest provocation.  Getting on and off the rock I have chosen to make my home, is often fraught with problems. Fog is... Continue Reading →

FLYING HIGH

On our final day in Liverpool, we crammed it all in. The Liverpool Museum, a ferry across the Mersey, duck and Cantonese noodles and prawn toast for a very late lunch, followed by my long-awaited mind-blowing experience.

Music, Multiculturalism, and More

Music is at Liverpool's heart and you can listen to live music just about everywhere, from buskers on street corners to bands playing in the pubs and restaurants.

Falling in Love with Liverpool – Day One

I have been back at home for four days after a whirlwind weekend in Liverpool.  Since returning home I have been walking around in a psychedelic haze. Nothing to do with mind-altering drugs but the buzz I left Liverpool with, which is slow to wear off. Knocking things off your Bucket List is a pleasurable experience and,... Continue Reading →

GOW on the Move – Sallying Forth: Day 1

I've done a fair amount of travelling in my time, although a fair amount is never enough when it comes to travel. I've experienced long and short-haul delays. I've been grounded when aircraft have gone techie. I've been subjected to impossible fellow travellers and have taken it all in my stride. It's just part and... Continue Reading →

TALES FROM THE AFRICAN BUSH

Whilst on safari, I lost weight fairly quickly and it wasn't just to do with the heat. After enjoying a sundowner watching impala gambol happily in the bush, we would return to camp to find them on the dinner menu, which was just too hard to swallow. The only time I have ever been offered a gin and tonic for breakfast at 5.00a.m. was on safari and it was the only time I have ever refused one, sensibly realising I was getting enough quinine in my anti-malarial tablets.

Home is Where the Heart is

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 Canterbury Blog – September 2018

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.

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