Pieces of us
Travel. Sometimes it affects us so much that coming home hurts. At times it feels as though we’ve left a part of ourselves in the place we were before. I always feel this way...
Category: France
Two hours to 2016
I never thought I’d manage to squeeze this piece in before the end of 2015 but hey, here I am. These past few days have been the busiest I’ve ever been the entire year....
France, early morning
In the French village of Bossey, not far from the Swiss border, the days pass by pretty slowly. So slowly that on a walk one morning, a slug I had chanced upon on a...
Walking in England
I remember climbing high stone steps. I remember a large building and grey stone bricks with moss in the grooves and a kind old man asking if everything was all right when I...
