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Red is for ladies in Como

By |September 24th, 2024|Categories: Uncategorised|Tags: , |

Como, Italy There is something happening in Italy, at least in Como as I sit on my lakeside bench. Around me are the seeds of change. I can feel them, sense them, smell or even hear. The Italy I once knew is slowly vanishing, replaced by a newer version that I can only hope is fit for the transformations lying ahead. Hope is not always reliable. Ask David Cameron at the Brexit referendum. Could it be the nearly 200,000 migrants, mostly economic, who crossed the waters only last year, the 150,000 the[...]

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Troyes – where anything is possible

By |September 24th, 2024|Categories: Uncategorised|Tags: , |

Troyes, France This should be seriously spooky but for some reason it is not. It is early, 6.15 in the morning, the city of Troyes in France, and I am alone. Dawn is brightening the windows and last night’s dinner is still lying heavily in my gut. It is the bread, you see. What is it about French bread? Hot, cold, crisp or crumbly, seeded, smelly or normal, I cannot keep away. The moment breadbasket hits table, the bread does not stand a chance. Within seconds I am shovelling it in, slice[...]

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Time for a rethink of the seaside

By |September 24th, 2024|Categories: Uncategorised|Tags: , |

Sidlesham, Sussex, United Kingdom Why is it when I sniff sea air I behave like a zombie? Why does the seaside make me feel drugged? The moment I see a wave or gaze at chalk-white cliffs, I instantly fall asleep. Perhaps it is because my life is so urban, my system accustomed to toxins, emissions and strange vapours. Or, could there be something in coastal air that makes me relax? It astonishes me that my country, the once Empire-based United Kingdom, became such a global power. Surely being a maritime nation would[...]

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I will send you back to England a very different man

By |September 24th, 2024|Categories: Uncategorised|Tags: , |

Alonissos, Greece “No,” said the girl, somewhere in her thirties, and looking at me intently, “I do not want you to take your clothes off. But I do want you to put these on.” She stretched out her arm, proffering a pure white T-shirt top and raggedy maroon pyjama trousers. “I think they’ll fit,” she added. I could see her thinking for a moment, her tanned, Greek face studying me microscopically, “what are you? Large? Let me see…mmm…perhaps extra-large for you.” There was no sense in my explaining that because I was[...]

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Who said mountains were lonely?

By |September 24th, 2024|Categories: Uncategorised|Tags: , |

Helvellyn Mountain, Cumbria, United Kingdom I am not used to swearing on mountains, unless it is me with cut finger, leg, perhaps ankle, or damage to something awkward. So, imagine my surprise on Striding Edge, that challenging approach to the Lake District’s Helvellyn, when from nowhere I heard words of vehemence, “Ouch! Double blast and damnation!” Okay, you guessed it, the words were way worse than that. It was a female voice, rising from behind one of the many volcanic sandstone rocks that makes up this knife edge scramble. Striding Edge is[...]

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Keep the footwell empty

By |September 24th, 2024|Categories: Uncategorised|Tags: , |

London, United Kingdom I am ashamed, although perhaps it is better to say horrified. There is a monster in the rear footwell of my car, a monster created by me. The space is crammed with wrappers, tumblers, cast-off chocolate bars, and empty cans of energy drink by the ton. There is even a half-eaten samosa with fungus along its edge. I did not know samosas could even grow fungi. The footwell tells a story. It is a tale of the half-dashed, crazy-timetable, eat-on-the-hoof life I clearly lead. This reality only hit me[...]

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