In the immortal words of John McEnroe ...
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...
In the immortal words of John McEnroe ...
Let Glasgow Flourish
From the sublime to the ridiculous
In the Second City of the Empire
The Journey Home ... delayed by a deer on the tracks
(Not too) Far from the Madding Crowd
High Tea (and a less than stellar poem) in Hardy Country
Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside ...
A different sort of England
Let them eat cake
There are no galleries in this space.
A Gallery Too Far ...?
Coming at the world through its side doors
Possession is nine-tenths of ownership.
London at it's very best
Mountain or mole hill?
À Londres
We bought a hat
Intrepid explorers ... we are not!
Bienvenue a Paris