The land holds memories. Not just that I remember being there, but that it reminds me of me and the people I have shared it with.
I’ve just come back from a place in Dorset where my kids and I have been meeting up with friends for the last 3 years or so. There … Read more
I know I keep writing about Iceland, but the place got under my skin and is still there.
In many ways it was just like England; clothes, streets, cars, foods were recognisable and they spoke great English.
And yet, our land is so stable. I don’t mean politically, I mean geologically, whereas Iceland … Read more