Italy | 24 Hours in Verona [I]

Walk with me: you’re not even five days into the holiday and… A member of the team is on crutches. What do you do? Go to the marble-laden streets of Verona, obviously. On the one hand, the city is flat. On the other, it’s full of slippery marble and hot cobbles – not amazing on…

Italy | Nowhere to Be

Nowhere to be, and nothing to do. To the mountains we go, and make the roads extra windy. Keep the views pleasant, the neighbours friendly (and mostly four-legged). And since we’re within the valley, don’t forget the most rural of aesthetics: bad 80s music belted out from an unknown source, and wafted across on the…

A Fyne Ale

Why have one liquid, when you can have many? (Possibly one of the tagline pitches Fyne Ales binned early on, but you didn’t hear that from me). As ever, I’m asking the real questions. With work picking up, plus a random virus from nowhere knocking me flat this week, I could probably go for an…

[Risoul/Vars] Snow by Airfield

Risoul – 1174m. Vars – 1320m. Not very high, but what they lack in height, they make up for in width. Alpine skiing with American slope width? Hot damn. As an advanced skiier, rarely ever away for longer than ten days, the challenge is always the same: ski as much terrain as possible. The whole…

Happy Bricks

Old West Coast (of Scotland) proverb: ‘All who enter here maketh the bricks chipper‘. . . . So I made that up, but it’s never too late for churches to adopt a tagline, right? I mean look at this guy. It’s so down with what goes on indoors, even its windows are singing. Having had…