Taking the train between Edinburgh Waverley and London King's Cross has been one of my favourite journeys since my first trip in the late...

You cannot be serious! We took a mid-morning train to Edinburgh Waverley. As far as I know, it's the only train station named after a...

We visited Betty again today for three hours. By the time we said our goodbyes my mother was tired. It was time for us to go. Betty was...

Today we visited the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum; Glasgow's finest and my favourite for all kinds of reasons (not all of them to...

The promenade at Weymouth is a peaceful place at seven o'clock on a Sunday morning. The only sounds are those of the natural world. The...

We are still in Hardy Country -- in a place where his best loved book collides with John Schlesinger's film. A day when 1874 (Thomas...

We were in need of a good location. Spike had arranged to meet her father's sister, Anne, and her husband, Jeff, somewhere in Weymouth....

Sometimes the simplest delights of a long holiday are found in the most unexpected places. This morning that turned out to be adjacent...

To paraphrase the 1977 Second World War "blockbuster" movie, A Bridge Too Far starring Dirk Bogarde, Sean Connery, Anthony Hopkins and...

We had no plans for today. And after a slow start (which sometimes happens with us quadriplegics) we made it out of the hotel with only...

Today we rise to our first real challenge ... cross the city by train, transfer to the suburban tram, find the market ... buy the purse....

What has it been? Forty hours or thereabouts since Spike loaded the car, said her goodbyes to Thistle the cat, and we set off on our...

Word of advice ... Never -- I mean JAMAIS ... never get on a plane for 14 hours in the cheap seats with a tired, grumpy, Scottish...

And so it begins. After six long years ... a new job (which is not so new now) and bush fires and more than two years of a pandemic that...