Wanders in…Newfoundland (part one)

I stood at the lake edge as my friend cast his fishing line. He was no expert fisherman, but here the fish were plentiful. A fish bit. He was delighted. Eight years living in the richest fishing country in the world and finally he’d caught his first fish. He beamed at me excitedly. “I’ve got…

Wanders in…Southern Spain

I stayed in a beach hut, at least it was advertised as a beach hut. The advertisers were spot on the money with ‘hut’ and much less so with ‘beach’. It is fair to say that you could see the coast, although it was from a substantial distance. It was undeniably a stretch to call…

Wanders in…Gibraltar

The Rock is big. I hadn’t been prepared for just how severe the fall away would be. The drop was well over a thousand feet; at the bottom of the sheer limestone cliff everything seemed rather small. I’d thought that the assent had been steep, I now realise that this was nothing; from its Mediterranean…