I’ve recently enjoyed 2 celebrations – birthday lunch with my surrogate family and Father’s day with the boys and Ali. Ageing is so interesting. Its swings and roundabouts better navigated after experiencing a few laps round the block. Things are better appreciated in themselves as opposed to how they might be naively viewed. I’m reminded of Pandora’s box,…
Nowadays there are too few opportunities to commune with Nature, and play with bikes, fire and kindred spirits.
This year’s seen some great trips: S. Downs TET, NZ, France, Holland, Kent :0)
but in 4 weeks time bones, balls and bike will be tested on the Mondo: a week trail riding around the pyrenees.
This summer has been really hot, redolent of ’77, so it was great to chill in the garden of a big old country house in Kent. I’d been invited to an annual gathering of friends and family that’s been happening since 2003, and a jolly, inclusive event it was too.
A few strands recently came together to see an old mate and I visit the continent. It was an unusual trip taking in a French seaside town that could have been twinned with Jaywick.
Personal favourites from this year’s show – many of them made us laugh.
Shingle Street is an empty wild place where nature takes centre stage and modern life seems a bit puny. That night the stars shone brightly behind Mars and Venus.
After the job had finished, I decided to head up towards Brisbane as the busy tourist trap of the Gold Coast wasn’t really my scene and I wanted to meet a friend with similar plans. I met Thomas about a month ago over a ping pong table in another hostel. We both wanted to travel…
Getting older involves trading many things, like working knees, for perspective and insight; on balance maybe not a bad trade, but the irony of watching the same lessons being learnt, or not is tough.
The Gold Coast’s a tourist destination on the eastern edge of Australia, where masses of burned and tanned bodies dressed in vests, flat caps and bikinis, writhe round the ankles of a forest of sky-scrapers.
My Dad, brother and I have a tradition of finding adventures on holiday. Nick’s planning, stepping off the beaten track and mucking around, make for a good time.
Christchurch’s botanical gardens are beautifully kept, but after a day and a night, and another day of rain we nonetheless decided to go with the flow and head on down to the coast:
