Sylvan Trails; Finding our Ways through Woodlands
Humans have grown up with trees, at once a place of shelter, and of threat, of easily generated myths, yet bestowing a soothing magic. It
Humans have grown up with trees, at once a place of shelter, and of threat, of easily generated myths, yet bestowing a soothing magic. It
You might be a fresh off Instagram traveller and blogger, or a grizzled old hand (as I claim to be!), but there are some people
Our Stay in Todra was blessed by a brilliant combination of rest and recreation. Good simple food and a room or roof to relax on
Having left the craggy heights of the Rif mountains, we now headed toward the ancient city of Fes, home to one of the most intact
One year a bunch of us, family and friends, decided that a proper overwinter expedition to the sun was just what we needed. On a
(The original Tackety Boot, painted by my sister, Theresa Baker) Boots were never destined to be the darlings of the catwalk, except perhaps for the
Collecting STUFF. We all do it in some way or another but collecting passport stamps as a pursuit in itself, rather than incidentals that just
I must have heard this much quoted phrase repeated many times by local guides over my time in the Indian subcontinent, and attributed to various
(Santiago de Compostela cathedral © Galiciaguide.com) Waiting for the Oporto train to take us to Vila Nova de Cerveira, I’m, brought to musing, watching people
Dry grasses rustled as we carefully skirted the gorge of Ethiopia’s biggest river, the rumbling, crashing sound of the water far below rising as we
Humans have grown up with trees, at once a place of shelter, and of threat, of easily generated myths, yet
You might be a fresh off Instagram traveller and blogger, or a grizzled old hand (as I claim to be!),
Our Stay in Todra was blessed by a brilliant combination of rest and recreation. Good simple food and a room
Having left the craggy heights of the Rif mountains, we now headed toward the ancient city of Fes, home to
One year a bunch of us, family and friends, decided that a proper overwinter expedition to the sun was just
(The original Tackety Boot, painted by my sister, Theresa Baker) Boots were never destined to be the darlings of the
Collecting STUFF. We all do it in some way or another but collecting passport stamps as a pursuit in itself,
I must have heard this much quoted phrase repeated many times by local guides over my time in the Indian
(Santiago de Compostela cathedral © Galiciaguide.com) Waiting for the Oporto train to take us to Vila Nova de Cerveira, I’m,
Dry grasses rustled as we carefully skirted the gorge of Ethiopia’s biggest river, the rumbling, crashing sound of the water