Cricklade and Friends

Early morning haze has become another beast entirely, grey brown tentacles spread out into the countryside follow the train tracks all the way to Swindon. Looking like the bedraggled backpackers we are, Alan (our new housesitting host) has no trouble identifying us as we leave the station. He is a friendly, fit looking older gentleman…

Sunburned in London?

We make a break for it. London ‘tubes’ are a great way to get around, our trip into the city from Dagenham takes almost an hour. From the moment we have arisen this morning there has not been a cloud in the sky. This could be a winters day in our home Brisbane, Australia. Alighting…

Dagenham Heathway

An inordinately long tube ride ferries us from Heathrow, past station after station bearing names we recognise from the Monopoly board of our childhoods, to our destination station Dagenham Heathway. Alighting from the train we are all agog with anticipation, London at last. A veritable flurry of texts has passed between Pam and our house…

Edinburgh – Final Days

A floating purple barge was the last thing I would ever have thought to see in Edinburgh suburbia yet from our little upstairs window there it is, in all it’s pale violet glory. Our planned route to Edinburgh’s two modern art galleries takes us alongside the Union Canal which was initially opened in 1822 and…

Arthur’s Seat

Frost lain crystalline in star bladed brittle embrace coats Edinburgh’s dawn face. Clouds blanketing the falling skies of yesterdays eve have dissolved as we slept. Heat has flown from the land by dark of night. A morning of gold and azure greets my upturned face peering from our little window. We have beaten the rising…

Edinburgh – Buses and Tears

Breakfast in our new B&B is hot and delicious, blue skies beckon beyond the dining room window. Having found our bearings in Edinburgh with the afternoon walk of yesterday our intention is tour the city in search of points of special interest. Bus tours in Glasgow had proved to be an ideal and quite humorous…

We’re all Winners

Timing is both the gift of the lucky and the demise of those less fortunate. Time injects meaning into geo-spatial location. An infinitude of moments. Scoop and carry them as memory pearled, or crush them ‘neath careless meandering heels depositing the shifting sands of our past. Perhaps the secret to happiness lies in knowing which…