Wanders in…Mount Snowdon

The couple shuffled along in their running trainers. Their flimsy footwear providing scant grip on the slippery snow covered surface. The snow was deep. To the side of us there was no rail, no barrier to break our fall, nothing, just a sheer drop of hundreds of feet. I didn’t know it then, but this…

Wanders in…Cornwall

Urban living has its challenges. The London property market is unforgiving; among the packed urban sprawl, we are all essentially on top of each other. I could chronicle the moves between gym, work and home with all the regimented lack of diversity of an Orwellian dystopia. The distinction being that while London transport has all…

Wanders in…Newfoundland (part four)

The Shyre were an electro jazz band visiting from Montreal. We’d been encouraged to attend by one of the band’s musicians. He was the kind of fresh-faced Canadian that we were happy to take a punt on. He had kindly offered a ticket reduction at the door. They were clearly slightly concerned about the attendance….

Wanders in…Newfoundland (part three)

She usually has a short blonde bob that curls slightly. We were now into our second night camping and the bob was looking tangled. We were out in backcountry, it was pitch black, and the wildlife was getting curious. Our tent wasn’t completely without protection. We were pitched upon a slightly raised wooden platform. We…

Wanders in…Newfoundland (part two)

We arrived in Bonavista in the evening. The town marks the point where the explorer Giovanni Caboto first spied the slightly desolate shoreline of Newfoundland. Sailing under the English flag, Giovanni’s name was promptly anglicised to John Cabot, the name to which the Newfoundlanders affectionately remember him by. The town consisted of a fairly liberal…