The inside of my history book

When I was in Yr7, we had a history book called Life B.C., it was a fantastic book for 10-11 year olds, great mix of fact and a bit of hands-on historical recreation. One of the things I remember most though, was the pictures. Pictures of Grecian urns, Roman columns, the Rosetta Stone, and canopic…

Duart Castle

Up bright and early today, onto the road and heading east along the A849, past Bunessan and Pennygael before bearing right roughly a mile and a half before reaching Craignure. Once we’d turned off, the pace felt a little less harried, and with considerably less traffic – fewer cars, tractors and buses that make the…

Iona

Sunday’s blog post didn’t happen due to the amazing amount of rain we experienced. Wow, well, must be summer, it’s raining and we’re in Scotland! So what you missed out on was; card games, board games, waffles – they were really good, you missed out on some seriously good breakfast – and a very brief…

Silves and Silliness

Praise be, it’s stopped raining – for today! Once again we’ve woken up to discover clear, blue and sunshine filled skies! What luck! Either that, or the clouds have finally dumped all the water they were carrying and have moved on. One can hope. After braving the solar shower, something that is not for the…

Off to Portugal we go…

You never really know how things are going to pan out when travelling… especially when the trip is also the testing ground for a new relationship. Some may consider it foolish or risky, to throw two people – who’re still only getting to know each other – into a confined space, in a foreign country,…

A question of why

In the last week I’ve been called a lot of ‘names’, weird/weirdo (numerous times) because I’ve moved from ‘sunny’ Australia to ‘horrible’ England, brave, amazing, crazy, inspiring, and weird again. Maybe any or all of those descriptions are true or accurate to some degree, I don’t know. I don’t think I’m brave, definitely not crazy,…

Days Six and Seven

Oh, we do like to be beside the seaside… It’s a famous, or infamous, line from a well known and cherished song, my parents know it, my grandparents used to sing it to me when I was a child (and other songs/rhymes I’ve long since forgotten all the words too), and it’s still true today….

Days Four and Five

After our day of respite we were reenergised and ready to head out once more into the ‘wilds’ of the north of England, also known as Cumbria and North Yorkshire. From Orton we headed southwest to Sedberg and then east along the Wensley Dale – infamous for hardy sheep, cheese, and Wallace & Gromit –…

Days Two and Three

Day two was the beginning of us really taking it easy, once again we arose late, we ate some brunch and talked about where we’d go and what we might do. Given that we were so reticent to leave it’s a wonder we saw anything at all, but eventually we did head off and our…

Kings Lynn to Ely

Exhaustion is definitely starting to take hold, not because the days are so terribly long or arduous, but because there’s been so many of them. Three and a half weeks of nearly constantly moving (other than the couple of days in Oban and Hutton where we still travelled but stayed in the same digs overnight)…

Hutton to Hull to Kings Lynn

Wow, what can be said? It’s been a whirlwind couple of days, and as I’m now drinking a glass of Mulled Wine after a three hours of constant driving I’m not entirely sure I can a lot at all. Hutton, as you can expect, is a beautiful spot, the village is ‘the’ quintessential Yorkshire village…

Hutton le Hole Again

No matter how well you can plan out a day’s itinerary, some days leave you with your jaw hanging. Not because they’ve gone so terribly awry, but because they haven’t, despite the weather’s best intentions and how strong the will to just not bother becomes. Today was one of those days. We woke with the…