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 … More Italy | Nowhere to Be

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 … More Happy Bricks

-6º

“Let’s go for a walk”, they said. “Before it gets dark”. “We’re about to go downhill – the soggy, slidey downhill – and out of the light“, I said. “The sun’s gone, now”, I said. “This was a bad plan”. Note to future Tarbert Castle visitors: 5pm in winter is not a good time to … More -6º

Mountain Veins

Painting or picture? La Rosière. Perched at 1850, it’s the sunniest resort in the French Alps. Up top, the view is breathtaking. But take a left, and follow the valley down… There’s a point when snow lies where it stops looking like snow and starts to look like skin. Mountainsides flex like muscle; here, the … More Mountain Veins