If thunder and lightning is your thing, I can recommend no better spot than Vassiliki. I rather think that rascally pair, Eric the Wind God and his old mucker Zeus, have rather enjoyed this week’s humdingers, judging by the way they were throwing our balcony furniture around. What with that and the rattling shutters, all…
Category: Out there
Interview with a ‘Nana: Jacquie O’Sullivan, yogi and songstress
It isn’t every day you get to meet a ‘Nana (the apostrophe being particularly important in this case). In fact, I’d be lying if I said I’d given much thought to any ‘Nana at all since, ooh, 1991-ish. Maybe longer ago than that. A passing glimpse at an early-Thursday evening TV screen, TOTP in full…
All hail Eric
Good to see the spam filter as efficient as ever on the iPad during my sojourn in the Land of Milk and Honey. For which read non-existent. So far this week I’ve had two million euros deposited in my personal account, been offered both debt advice and the opportunity to squander my new-found wealth in…
All Greek to me
It’s 2.00am, we’re en route to Manchester Airport – somewhere around Lancaster – and it seems as though dawn in breaking already. It’s only now, living in a dark back road, as yet unpolluted by too many home or street lights, in a county which generally has huge areas of blackness come nightfall, that I…
Cows and cack
We’ve never been good with cows in our family. I blame my mother and one long-ago sunny, childhood day (I seem to recall a button-under-the-chin swimming cap and a salmon pink, ruched and waffled swimsuit were still the order of the day. I know, I know. Don’t say a word.) Why mention this now? Well, I was put in mind…
There but for fortune
It was thanks to the climbing gremlin we’d headed for Wales at the weekend. He and three other Cockermouth ‘rescue rock-rats’ had arranged to swap ideas with members of the Ogwen team on the Sunday. Would have been rude of me not to take the opportunity to visit too. Strange how the threads of life connect, often in the…
The bluebells of Rannerdale
It’s the otters I really want to talk about – so much to say, so much frustration. So much obfuscation. But before I do, I should just mention the bluebells. Because, whatever there is out there to make us angry or tired, or frustrated with ‘the system’, there is nothing – absolutely nothing – that…
Random ruminations
Funny how starting a blog changes your perspective on things. Last time I blogged was five years ago, when a pal and I walked the Coast to Coast from St Bees to Robin Hood’s Bay. It began innocently enough: what better way to spend a two-week break from work? Challenging, fun and (it turned out) unexpectedly weight-reducing – despite…
Hackette on the How 