Jon is used to my quirks (which I am sure he finds charming), but I guess even he didn’t understand what I was on about when I insisted we should spend the night in Dartford on our way to Scotland and go to the train station “in order to see a landmark”.
I remember my first day in England as clear as day. My school had organised a trip to London for us to practice whatever we were supposed to have learnt in our English course. I was fifteen. The sun was shining in the early morning, the sea was calm and my friends and I were on the deck of the ferry from Calais.
Belgium has its lot of oddities, but I had never realized that military surpluses might be one of them until I had a conversation with my friend Gareth who claimed never to have seen such a thing in Wales. That’s when I started to think that maybe, such stores aren’t as popular in other countries as they are in mine.
A rather formidable architectural prowess in a small seaside town.
A visit of Brunel's SS Great Britain in Bristol. A beautiful day out!
Review of Piato, a wonderful restaurant in Agios Nikolaos (Crete).
