Our flight from London has been a bit special. We flew north over Copenhagen. The sun dropped low and the clouds cleared revealing the Baltic islands rimmed in golden sunlight.
On we flew over the snow covered fields of Estonia and night fell. I …
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I forgot I had my old Opinel penknife in my bag. The airport security were delighted. What had started as a normal boring morning suddenly had a frisson of excitement. My counter-culture terroristic leanings were only confirmed when I foolishly told them I’d forgotten about …
The brain-cinema has been showing bicycles for most of my life. In my former desk jockey days I would while away the ennui geeking out over bicycle ephemera such as Cycle Chic (Thank you Copenhagenize); Rohloff Hubs; the writings of Sheldon …
After Chalkahlom mentioned Syncthing on the microblog the other day I think I have found a possible workflow for this blog. So here I am with a keyboard plugged into my phone…
R and I just spent a night in an Airbnb here in Byron Bay. The decor is straight …
Uncle J wanted to visit the “Jewish Holocaust Museum“. He’d been banging on about it for a while so we decided to take him on a flying trip to visit. The 1 hour flight was cancelled so we drove for 6 hours instead. Sydney was pushy; dirty; noisy and …
In my continuing effort to make moving to Broken Hill quantifiable here are some extremely rough travelling numbers.
| From | To | Plane | Train | Bus | Car | Bicycle | Walk |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Broken Hill | Adelaide (500km) | $200 2hrs |
no train | $20 7hrs |
5hrs | 1w | 1m |
| Broken Hill | Coffs Harbour (1,400km) | $500 7hrs |
$60 23hrs |
$120 … |
Last Tuesday we emptied our little house into the back of a removal truck. After a quick tidy and a last tearful visit to family we set off on the trail to Broken Hill. Z&JB had to wait on some repairs to their car. They followed on at a …
My Mum sent me this postcard after she had walked across Spain. It is an illustration from a Russian Fairy story, “Feather Of Finist Falcon” by Ivan Bilibin.
I am reading Robert MacFarlane‘s, “The Old Ways, A Journey On Foot”. I love …
As a child, shortly after I had lost my golden mantle of ‘the-youngest’, my father would take my two brothers and I to St Anthony. My Dad had made several ‘shrimping nets’ which we would push around knee deep in the cold numbing, esturine water …
I got back from visiting MJD in Melbourne yesterday. I managed to get a flight for not much more then the petrol would have cost. I only had to drive the three …