I’ve been back in the land of peat, rain, brick lanes and whisky for a few weeks now. Back home in the autumnal Scottish Borders where my family, friends, dogs and home comforts are busy easing me back into the normal swing of things (slowly, but surely). And somehow, somehow, as so many have already pointed out (with more than a dash of surprise), I made it nine and change months round the world and came back in one piece. Continue reading “How to rough it on the road and still come back smiling”
As all things must, my adventures are gradually drawing to a close.
It feels surreal for me to say, but where once I’d look at the calendar and think jesus, I’m not even half-way done, now I look at the calendar and see, like the boulder that chased Indy from the tomb, there are significantly more months behind me than in front. Continue reading “Calling in the favours”