Skin and ink

Once upon a time, I wrote (in this blog, I’m sure – but I can’t find it), that tattoos are like marriages: you’re bound for the rest of your life, and if you do decide it’s not for you, and you want to remove it, the process is protracted and painful, and you never get … Continue reading »

Of flying buttresses and a shade of blue.

While James may not be comfortable in cars in Europe, or planes anywhere, the bastard can sleep on trains. He will be unconscious within 3 minutes of the train leaving the platform, whereas I am wide awake. Like for almost the entire trip from Nice to Paris last night, and the trip from Paris to … Continue reading »

The horses of the Camargue

If I am to be completely honest, I would say that a visit to the Camargue, and a horse ride in the beach, was the primary purpose of flying halfway across the world for 3 weeks. The rest is merely details. Of course, to justify this as the sole reason is a little frivolous, so … Continue reading »

62 Days 3 hours…

I’m still alive… see? More to come on my TdF ambitions too. 62 Days 3 hours…. Continue reading »

Another one bites the dust

Yes, dear readers, I’ve been silent for a while, not for the lack of things to write about, but because of things being so busy. Work is, despite the insanity, awesome. I’m enjoying having my very own library to play with, fix, and make better. And I’m going to enjoy it while I can. I … Continue reading »

These boots are made for walking.

James and I walked Pencarrow Head today. We had the most beautiful view for lunch at the old lighthouse, before descending into what ended up being some 20 metre visibility at times along Fitzroy Bay. All up, it was a 25km day. And it was fantastic. There was mist, and drizzle, dolphins and cormorants. A … Continue reading »