January 2010: We figured that there’d be some great food in Florence (if we’re perfectly honest, food was one of our main reasons for going, what with it being the capital of Tuscany and all), but having lunched on below-par pizzas on one of the main touristy piazzas (why does that always happen on holidays?(…)
March 2012: We arrived in Copenhagen – my favourite city on this planet – just before midday, after an early-morning flight from Gatwick. A face-washing, bag-abandoning pit-stop at Ibsens Hotel – located just north of Nørreport station and south of the lakes and Nørrebro itself – was followed by a walk into town and a(…)
The first in a series of postcards from guest writers on The Longer Way arrived from Anne S. Ditmeyer. An American designer and editor based in Paris, she is the author of the excellent (and obviously well-designed) Prêt à Voyager, which is one of my favouite blogs. Anne will be teaching a map making class on(…)
February 2012: I am a third of the way into my three-week stay in Cape Town, where I spend my days rifling through papers in an archive, looking for evidence to support (or derail) my thesis. T, who came out with me, is heading home tomorrow so today is our last chance for adventure. It’s(…)
July 2007: We’re on a week-long break in Denmark, spending a few days by the northern shores of Zeeland (in what is usually called the Danish Riviera) before heading down to Copenhagen for the weekend and then crossing the bridge across the border for another week in Malmö. Our temporary home is a clean and(…)
November 2011: The Pacific coastline has been clear until now, with beautiful, mile-long views in the crisp, autumnal air. That all changed after lunchtime when the fog – a thick, heavy white cloud smothering the waves underneath it – started rolling in from the ocean, up rising towards the Pacific Highway when it reached land.(…)
December 2012: I should have known something was up when – looking back at the plain I had just left – I saw a weak, pale winter sun almost disappearing below the horizon. It was just after 2pm, and my month-long, dark and snowy trip to Stockholm had just started…
December 2012: The city I grew up in is an excellent place to spend Christmas – all frozen ponds, freezing winds and perfectly pale skies…
June 2012: A mannequin (a Menorquin?) stands on a balcony in Ciutadella, the westernmost of the two largest towns on the very pretty Balearic island of Menorca
