I stood watching out from the open window while Madam went through that long and mysterious process that women have to do before declaring they can leave the room. After many years of marriage I am still clueless what is involved. I shower, dry and dress. I’m ready. What she does? I’ve no idea. All … Continue reading Copenhagen Day Two
Copenhagen Day One
Many people born in the USA consider themselves something other than just American. They may be Italian-American, German-American or Irish-American, even though their ancestors emigrated to the USA in 1878. They are still uniquely proud of their heritage. Try telling an Italian-American, who has never been within a thousand miles of Sicily, he isn’t Italian … Continue reading Copenhagen Day One
Let’s Go Camping – Salisbury and Stonehenge
We should try camping again,” I told Madam, “There’s a tent in the garage we haven’t used yet.” She reminded me that the last time we went camping, many years ago, we pitched our tent in a field behind a pub. We then spent every evening in the pub, drinking beer and eating sticky toffee … Continue reading Let’s Go Camping – Salisbury and Stonehenge
York: Dragons and Permafrost
As we left the train in York, or detrained as our transatlantic cousins would have it, I realised that this was the furthest north I had ever been in England. Growing up in the south, we all believed that anywhere much north of Oxford was covered in year-round permafrost and patrolled by fire-breathing dragons. Older … Continue reading York: Dragons and Permafrost
Travels With Madam 