And, as always, stay smiling and live life to the full... It’s been a horrific time in the Caribbean. Hurricanes Irma and Maria have battered the region, leaving thousands homeless. Producing the latest issue of ZiNG (the inflight magazine of Caribbean airline LIAT) at this time was tricky – and, of course, completely unimportant in the … Continue reading Caribbean challenge
Then it happens. Dave opens the throttle and I’m whooping with abandon. I can’t help it. And then we’re up, and I whoop louder. Yell and wheeze and holler and splutter, my euphoria battling the onrushing wind. We spend 10 minutes or so in the air (though it feels longer), Dave tossing me like a … Continue reading Walking in air
Trains are a little bit like time machines. There’s just something about them that seems able to whisk us back to a bygone age when travel was new, exciting and overspilling with possibilities and romance... I love a good train trip. India, the USA, Switzerland, Clapham Junction... So a little earlier this year, I was … Continue reading Rail writings
We will crush many myths. Not only the one about the horned helmets... Passport, Monarch Airlines’ inflight magazine, was given a new look recently. And the publisher asked me if I’d put together the new-look news section. It was good to forage around the Monarch route network, looking for fun, topical and relevant stories, working … Continue reading King of news
There was a lot of mud. There were bodies in bright outfits all shuffling together. And it was certainly noisy – the wind hollered and buffeted like heavy metal at full volume. But there ended the likeness to a traditional British festival. Up on the top of Mynydd Troed in February, I’d joined ramblers rather … Continue reading Walking with the crowds
As the wave hits, I spin and splutter. Fingers of freezing water sneak beneath my rubber armour. Blinking through the white-frothed blue, I see an even bigger swell bearing down, about to deliver another salty slap. Here it comes… Boooooooooooooooooof! I love the West Country. I feel privileged to live in it. And would count … Continue reading Best Loved West
Sitting atop a 180-year-old stallion, just off Britain’s ancient Ridgeway, I watched a man meditating inside an extraterrestrial doodle. From my vantage, by the rump of a huge chalk figure – Hackpen Hill’s White Horse – I saw the man stroll amid a crop circle of alien (or prankster?) flattened wheat before pausing in the … Continue reading Stone me!