A week in the canary islands and I’ve not seen a single canary. Have I been lied to?
Gone to the Canary Islands to explore volcanoes, drink wine and stargaze. It rained all day yesterday. Today was rather better.
I went up Snowdon. It wasn’t as wet as it looks in this photo. The most boring man in the world sat next to me on the train down from the summit.
Dead; not my corner of the internet – this is just pining for the fjords, but my poor walking boots. A couple of thousand miles. Five countries. Three-and-a-bit years. Three mountain ranges. Two continents. One dead pair of walking boots. Spending the Royal Wedding bank holiday wandering around the Scottish Highlands including Ben Nevis finally …
The Parthenon: Changing the guard – High kicks are a Must: