Monday and its Duxford
I had the trains all worked out today and even then the timings were tight, so tomorrow’s trip to Stratford-upon-Avon will have to be more generously planned. I traveled pretty light and headed up...
Category: Travellers Tales
London calling
This was a long, long day, starting in a cool, drizzly Chartres and ending in the bosom of what I still think is the world’s best city. I’m starting to get sleep deprived, because...
Chartres and the last day in France
It rained overnight in Paris, and I didn’t really feel like a run after only six hours sleep. In fact, it took about an hour to reorganize everything, along with the hand washing I...
A day on a California Cruiser
What a fantastic day! It is the sort of thing that I would probably only do alone, because Paula would have very sensibly said that one bike tour was enough. But I had a...
A boulevardier, bien sur
Just to prove I’m here… I’m sitting at a table outside the Cafe Central, trying to be very cool as I eat alone. It’s a very long time since a did this, and while...
Paris at last
I was genuinely sad to leave Issoudun. The enormous fun we had outside the sessions in the group was fantastic, the meals were convivial with lots of sharing, and the La Cognette adventure was...
Day three: the Bourges trip.
The best way to describe this afternoon is a few words and lots of pictures, so I may end up providing a link to a Flickr page. I’ve downloaded a few photos from the...
Day 3: a historical context
This will seem out of place in the context of some of the previous entries, but I am not going to post too many religious reflections. First of all, I’ve half-filled a note book...
Day Two: an unpleasant surprise
It’s an intrusion into the story, but it affected the whole day, so I better insert it. I slept dreamlessly until 5.30 in the morning and I felt great, so up I got and...