As 2015 draws to a close recurrent flashbacks plague me. It’s a very pleasant affliction. Six weeks back at work and I remain well and truly in a chilled out frame of mind. Eventually the memories and mood will fade, but in the meantime I continue to soak up the constant flashes of spontaneous memories … More The Year That Was
It’s not really Paris, it’s an airport hotel on the outskirts of the city. Even Paris can be less than ordinary. In a few hours I’ll be winging my way to Phnom Penh. Thanks to the situation evolving with Paula, I finally picked Cambodia. It was an agonising decision thanks to the incredible experiences I’ve … More Pontificating in Paris
Picking grapes? Picking lavender? Picking olives? No! Picking whether or not to be here. Talk about a First World Problem! There are castles on hilltops at every turn and churchbells ring out on the half hour from medieval spires reaching into blue skies. Ancient Roman cities recently discovered under layers of soil sit on display … More Picking in Provence
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