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 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.
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 →
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.
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.