Now, as I said, my first BIG mistake was to assume there’d be somewhere to pull over and consult the road map. THERE IS NOWHERE TO PULL OVER ……………EVER!!!!!!!!!!! – and it was a mistake that I would go on repeating … Continue reading →
The Pakistani chap and I chatted amicably as he drove the bus of which I was the sole occupant to the pickup point for my hire car. ( I’m a bit backward in the modern terminology department. The driver was … Continue reading →
Then begins the never-ending trudge to the immigration area – and very long it is too. I vaguely remember willing myself to keep going – it can’t be much further, surely – my memory of this bit is very hazy, … Continue reading →
England! At last! I arrived in England on a grey, brisk (they called it) morning in May. ‘Brisk’ in the UK, of course, really means ‘freezing cold’ for a Queenslander and it was still 6am when I emerged from terminal … Continue reading →
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The world seems obsessed with all things British at the moment and rightly so, I guess. It’s not often their monarch celebrates 60 years on the throne (not for 350 years, I believe) and it’s been a bumpy ride at … Continue reading →