The psychic says yes, go. One of my best friends says no, stay. The other has a baby. My dad says come home. John says, do what you need to do. I don’t want you to be unhappy. Alula says, yes but not if I have to go to school in England. My gut says …
My heart is hurting. It’s aching in my chest. I feel a state of panic. Adrenaline coming in fits and starts. How can I leave this? How is it possible? What am I thinking? The days are like this at the moment. I make a decision to go. The next day I change my mind. …
It feels like we are just cycling North. North north north. Does this island ever end? I thought it was only 3km long but it feels more like 30km in this intense heat with the bicycle wheels burying themselves every five metres into Saharan sized sand dunes. And then somehow we are back where we …
I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared. And that’s nothing to do with reading the Air Asia inflight magazine in which they discuss what happens when planes crash into the sea and try to comfort you with all the rescue paraphanelia that would ditch into the watery abyss with you. It’s ok, you’ll plummet …
It’s not so easy to get nostalgic when your grandfather grew up on the Old Kent Road. And generally speaking I don’t hold with anywhere north (of the equator that is). Certainly I only like the M6 tollroad because it circumvents Birmingham. But visiting Cumbria with John, land of his forbears, I find myself getting …
I’m not ready to hang up my travelling boots. I have started discussing with John a plan I am hatching for some time in the mid 2020s when Alula no longer needs stationary parents (or nearby parents for that matter) when we will buy an old airstream and drive across and around the Americas for …
We have seven days before we head back to London. I can’t believe we’ve been away 7 months. It’s been easily the best 7 months of my life so I’m kind of reeling with premature holiday blues whilst also enjoying the best time of the trip so far. Not that it’s over. On the one …
We did a 5 day roadtrip. We drove 1500 miles. Half of which were unnecessary and ending in three point turns. Having said that we saw most of southern California. We headed East first to Big Bear Lake through the Mojave. We kept Lula from going car crazy by telling her to look for Bears. …
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