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Nobody told me there would be bugs.

August 26, 2011

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“Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.” Neither of which are emotions capture by guide books. Trapped, between enticing visitors to new places and justifying all expenses paid trips, writers opt for safe ground. […]

The wilderness yet

August 12, 2011

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Wild camping. The words create images of wilderness. Listening at night to strange noises outside camp. Waking up to sunrises, open expanses of untamed nature. The truth, like most things , can be less romantic than the idea. Towns we soon learn, being devoid of anything truly ‘wild’, present little adventure for free camping. The […]

Wood for trees.

July 31, 2011

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A piano. In Italian the word has several meanings. The first of which, floor, begins a journey which leads to another two. It is a rather unexpected turn in the road, and all the better for it. Crossing eastern Tuscany, we decide, one Sunday afternoon, to head for the hills. The map indicates a mountain […]

Paradisio

July 17, 2011

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To enter into heaven, it is, perhaps, appropriate to first pass through hell. On departing from Rochechouart, Ton, a wise and creative man, describes Italians as “the guardians of heaven on earth”. Which may be true but first we must enter a circle of hell. The Frejus tunnel, linking France and Italy via the alps. […]