‘Shit!’ she shouted. ‘I’m on my way to the airport!’ It was the night before our first Airbnb guests were due, and I was on a call with a young Chinese woman who had got the date wrong. Continue reading Funny Old World
That’s twice in one week I have heard someone talking about hop picking in Kent. Continue reading Itchy Feet
We call it ‘the annex’. Continue reading Mrs Tiggywinkle
Arrived in Germany with time to spare, I left my case in the Hauptbahnhof and went for a wander. Hannover is not Germany’s loveliest city, but I liked it. Continue reading Landing Safely
Travelling on my own – seeing people like I used to be: stressed.
When I missed the train into town from the airport by less than a second and it, with relentless Teutonic efficiency, closed on my nose and drew away on the dot, I didn’t tell myself I was stupid for being slow, or that it was unfair. I found somewhere to sit in that featureless underground station and I read my book (Arnold Bennett’s Old Wives’ Tale, if you’re interested, and I’m loving it). A family next to me also missed the train. The parents spoke with strained voices, blaming one another. That used to be me. Horrible. Continue reading Footloose And Fancy Free
I’m asked to assume I’ve got all the travel out of my system in Year One, and think about what I would do in Year Two of having no financial worries. Not sure that would happen, as I do love to travel and the world is big, but let’s try. Continue reading Year Off