Published in the year of my birth 1957 Voss, a foreign man, is announced and enters the room of Laura Trevelyan. He was distressed by the furniture. ‘With rough persistence he accused her ofthe superficiality which she herself suspected.At times she could hear her own voice. She was also afraid of the country which, for… Continue reading Vos by Patrick White
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2018 Europe with the 3 S’s: Portugal DRAFT
DRAFT - VERY DRAFT! Portugal 2018 The ALGARVE Tavira We left our little community. Biding farewell to the Germans and the Dutch neighbours, giving out what remained of our strawberries. Out passed the Professor or so many languages. The Che Guevara van, the Dutch dog breeder, out Passed the young fit runners. The rest after… Continue reading 2018 Europe with the 3 S’s: Portugal DRAFT
2018 Europe with the 3 S’s – France
Romford RoadWe were ill prepared. The camper preparation barely considered. Barry threw in 5 coats and loads of shirts and I was not much better. Sag had replaced the leisure battery but it was untested. England was cold. With surprising ease I booked Le Shuttle to take us to Europe. It was a last minute… Continue reading 2018 Europe with the 3 S’s – France
2018 Europe with the 3 S’s – Spain
Spain - football, Dali, Guardi, El Grecco, tomatoes, Bullfighting, Civil War, omlets, inquisition, Hemmingway, Ferdinand and Isabella, Picasson's Gurnica Lloret de Mar As we arrived at our first camp we have our first explosion and I walked off to find the sea. What was it about? A curtailment of freedom. B needed his familiarities more… Continue reading 2018 Europe with the 3 S’s – Spain
5 degrees
Last night, walking the dogs at dusk, I passed a van with two dogs outside and naturally we exchanged. They were English from near Colchester he said, then qualified Brightlingsea. 'I went there once', I said 'to play music for an evening with an extraordinary man, Bill Kitchen. His son had died paragliding in India,… Continue reading 5 degrees
If not now, when?
From Halesworth to Istanbul, overland with Kali the dog, 2013, full form told in Tumblr: http://kalikellett.tumblr.com/archive/ Here are exerpts
Srebrenica 2013
They know why we are here, us passing tourists. We feel their look. No eye engages ours. We dare not ask directions. We do not know To whom we talk, Bosniac or Serb In this town of Srebrenica still Divided, unresolved, this fine October day, Twenty years on. .. But it is not difficult to… Continue reading Srebrenica 2013
10 Istanbul
The Greece Turkey border was the most official I’d encountered so far with army men and woman in advance of the border patrolling the near by river boundary. Queues of stationary lorries waited in blistering sun for the authority to pass or fail. Once through, however, the only administration was the compulsory green card for… Continue reading 10 Istanbul
One Woman and her Dog
1 year ago One woman and her dog (Summary to Slovakia) "So you are travelling alone? ", people asked, sometimes incredulously "No with the dog", I’d reply. Travelling with a dog. Not just any dog naturally, but the beloved Kali, aged 4, border collie, no sheep. We have a deal (at least it’s my… Continue reading One Woman and her Dog
01 Halesworth to Hook
It was the tall evenly spoken Dutch steward (stripes on sleeve) on board Stena Line who convinced me. 'If I was a dog, I'd prefer the air conditioned kennels.’ Adding ‘And you can keep your eye on him from your cabin. Chanel 7 on the TV’ Which is, of course, the first thing I did… Continue reading 01 Halesworth to Hook
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