It hasn’t really felt like winter’s as I remember them, but then again I do remember some pretty grim winters. Miner’s strikes cutting power to damp cities, shoes that never seemed to dry out, England and I are in a better place now.
The thing that has really Continue reading Cornwall
Whilst roasting in the Tooting Bec Lido sauna the other day someone referred to the current weather as a heat wave. The water, hovering at 5 degrees seems to some to be a balmy bath compared to what it could be at this time of year, so people wander about virtually naked but for a lick of cloth and occasionally a pair of Liz Taylor sunglasses, chit chatting as if we were in Benalmadena minus the palms. Anyone looking in through the security fence might see people who are locked in for their own good. Continue reading What Winter
Tooting Bec Lido is situated in a South London park. It’s huge, is almost two Olympic length pools end to end (100 yards long) and the width of a normal swimming pool.
It’s also unheated.
Continue reading Cold Water
I can’t believe it was the 19th of May that I returned to Blighty, it seems like an age since then.
I have done few of the things I had lined up for my return and many of the things I had not, for instance I have only been to one festival though I had lined up myself a good few more to attend, yet have been busy work-wise plus have been helping a fellow turn his pub into an art gallery. Continue reading English Summer
When my gorgeous girlfriend gets on a plane I have been known to get a phone call from the cabin. She checks out the safety features, the amount of engines Continue reading Rolls Royce Qantas Engine Failure
I found a lovely bunch of people running a paragliding hostel a short half an hours walk from town. The welcome was wonderful at the house of Martin and Mariella, there were a few other paragliding folks and Martins’s brother Diego. Continue reading Paragliding, Tragedy, New year and Refugios
After my train ride to and my bus ride back from Carmen de Patagones I needed somewhere to stay for Xmas, so I headed down to El Bolson Continue reading Xmas 2010
I once hitched through Europe with an old friend. We saw a lot of roadsides on our way and arrived in Cadiz dustier than a couple of dingos, so I popped on the bunny smugglers and leaped into the sea to cool off. I looked around to see that my travel chum Alex had made a few friends, Continue reading Refugio Cordillera
Fitting as much into a confined space as possible is becoming a bit of an obsession. I now have, in one small crumpler laptop rucksack the tools needed to: Continue reading Sleeping bags and stuff sacks
One of my favourite characters in the realm of all things philosophical has to have been Gurdjieff. Continue reading Gurdjieff and Social Networking