This and that whilst sipping a fine malt.
Winter is firing some serious warning shots across the bows of HMS Blighty, and all that talk of how lovely Autumn is has quickly turned to “Cor, Ginger, dashed parky in the regions”. Perhaps it is the chilly winds of Brexit. I wonder what it is like living in a country where there are only… Continue reading Oh, the wind and the rain…
Floating on our backs in the hotel pool, staring up at the night sky to the sound of raucous crickets, a solitary firefly hovered above us and danced its way towards the bushes. It was a moment of peace and beauty in the middle of what was a fast paced, all-in, full frontal blast of… Continue reading Sometimes, it tastes different…
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