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Cliff Walk 27

Cliff Walk 27

I have this noted as Cliff Walk 27 but late summer ones were called Beach Walks in the notes, and not all were numbered, but this is the 27th where I have stopped to take pix on the camera. These walks feed my physical and mental well-being, feed my soul, and are a...
Luxury on Rails

Luxury on Rails

My piece on the Bluebell Line evoked not only a past era but also a slew of responses about luxury and trains, especially given the current furore around the competence or otherwise of those running Britain’s railways. Along the coast of Southern England where I now...
Towards Journeys End

Towards Journeys End

In my last piece on the recovery process I wrote  “My partner is cunning. Each day we set a destination and walked. Each day she made subtly sure that I walked further, gaining strength”  It is now just over a year since I came out of hospital, and the recovery road...
The Past is Another Country

The Past is Another Country

“The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there”                                                        From the novel by L.P.Hartley: ‘The Go-Between’ 1953 Once upon a time a country almost lost its sense of self. Almost, but in quiet rural corners...
Passion in Poznan

Passion in Poznan

As I get older I remember passionate nights from the past. No doubt others have forgotten them, but the memory of the pleasures enjoyed lingers on. I was reminded of one such night in Poland recently. I made many visits to Poland, by car and plane. On this occasion I...
Lunch Out

Lunch Out

The sun tries to break through the autumn mist. Lunch out, “we’re on us ‘olidays”.  Well, yes if just not having to go in to work every day counts as holiday. I ought to feel blessed. Really, I should. I am walking some of England’s most spectacular coastline almost...