travels with an ageing punkrocker/publisher
A day of three countries. Started with another fine breakfast at TL, more laverbread, bacon, black pudding and other breakfasty goodness. Overall the food has been pretty good here, possibly slightly below other Michelin-starred experiences but still very fine. Packing up the car we caught a good sight of many of our fellow guests, shooters up for a bit of […]
Read moreAfter farewelling mum, we headed off to Portmeirion, the seaside locale where weird and strange building features go to retire. Bizarre features, out of place architecture, statues that would otherwise be considered grotesque, and random hanging sheep signs are the norm here. So far, so weird. The place’s cool credentials come from being the location where The Prisoner, that fabulous […]
Read moreWe left our intrepid travellers at a restaurant with rooms, a weird, pokey old rabbit warren of a house boasting a pretty impressive kitchen. The water pressure in the shower/bath is not great, but the water does come in hot and cold so that’s pretty good as outside it’s a little brisk, aiming for a maximum temperature of 9. Back […]
Read moreWith L’s Jane Austen habit temporarily sated, it’s time to head into the wilds of Wales. With sat nav coordinates a little too much like lost (LL21 0ST or something like that) it was looking like an opportunity to disappear into the valleys, or a coal mine somewhere. It was awesome to cross the Severn bridge into Wales, as it […]
Read moreWhat’s more challenging than typing in a car hurtling through the High Atlas mountains? Typing in a car going along the A5 and associated roads in Wales, where they’re having a goodly amount of rain, some potholes, and curves that might trouble a Moroccan or two. Still, I’m geting a little behind on this blog so will try to catch […]
Read moreAfter a light breakfast of tea and toast, and a pause to round up the troops, we were inviteed to take part in a tradition, the Boxing Day walk. By all accounts this tradition can involve being confronted by angry horses, cows, and other mishaps. While these aren’t guaranteed, they are not unexpected, either. Given the time it was a […]
Read moreAwoke fairly early and swapped pressies over breakfast. Got an amazingly compressed travel towel from cousin R. Then it was time to pack up the car and hit the road. Things were a little cosy, as the four of us and luggage and pressies were in the Tiguan, but not unpleasantly so. We took a slight detour via the site […]
Read moreWoke up goodly rested this morning. Slowish morning, before a frantic trip to Drake’s shopping centre in central Plymouth for last minute stuff. Then great aunt J’s friend D invited us all over to have Christmas dinner with all the trimmings. ALL ot them. Started woth champagne and canapes, then pinot noir with turkey, onion and sage stuffing, chestnut and […]
Read moreThe travellers: First there’s me, and you’re reading about me here. Then there’s L, and you can get her take on things at http://twoweeksaway.wordpress.com/ We’ve also got a third companion, at least for another few days. Mum. When Mum passed away in May, one of the things we felt would be a good idea would be to scatter some of […]
Read moreThe last couple of days having got to me, and stuff and life and headachhes and not enough water meant that I was awake at 2.16am and never properly got back to sleep. Tried a number of ways, different positions, turning upside down on the bed, propping myself into a chair with a blanket, couldn’t get comfy, couldn’t relax, couldn’t […]
Read moreMick Thomas got it right when he said, “there’s no point writing postcards on your bad days”, which is why there’s no post from yesterday. The first rule of travel is that change happens. The second thing is that it’s difficult to leave everything behind when travelling. Had we started our travels in Marrakech, I’m sure I’d be writing about […]
Read moreTyped while driving into the High Atlas mountains, so not all typos are due to my usual clumsy typing. High Atlas, wow, and we haven’t got close to the snow yet. These mountains aare quite steep, mostly barren — some trees but generally just shrubbery. The road is cut into the side of the cliff, with only a foot high […]
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