Posts from the category Travel
Hotel Seehof, Arosa
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Jo and I visited Graubünden (again) for our anniversary this year, and settled on the Hotel Seehof in Arosa.
Incomplete without consumerism
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I spent a couple of days in London in June, primarily to spend time taking documentary photographs on the streets I used to pound when I lived in England. One of the things which strikes me is how so many things seem to be commercialized by supermarkets: from the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee to the simple
First Fliers
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Jo’s parents have been with us for the past couple of weeks and one of their requests was to visit First, the mountain area above the eastern side of the Grindelwald valley. To see the views, you might think? No. To feed their ornithological needs and visit the alpine choughs? No. To hang from a zip
London’s new cable car
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An eight minute ride across the River Thames in London… by cable car.
Nazi Party Congress Hall, Nuremberg
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When we visited southern Germany in 2011, one of the places I wanted to see was the former Nazi Party rally ground on the outskirts of Nuremberg. The site is one of huge historic importance and although all of the identifying insignia have been absent for nearly seventy years, much of the foundations and layout…
C’était un Rendezvous
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One of my favourite pieces of non-fiction film: an eight and a half minute sequence filmed by Claude Lelouch on the streets of Paris in 1976.
The City of Samba
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I’ve seen many miniaturized time-lapse films over the past couple of years, but this is far and away my favourite thus far. By Keith Loutit (of course) and Jarbas Agnelli. Make sure you watch it all the way to the end.
The Squares of Arras
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The slightly disappointing centre of the historic city of Arras, with its two main squares filled with traffic and cars.
Back in town
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I’m on the train back to the provinces after a fleeting visit of around 36 hours to London. It’s been incredibly tiring as I’ve tried to pack in as much as I can in the time I’ve had. The daily travel cards I’ve bought – at a fairly reasonable £7 each – have done their
Up to Arras
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Once again, it’s past midnight and the suitcase is almost packed, lying nearby after I became distracted by bills which need paying and hotels which need booking. Jo is away already, arrived in Scotland after a mammoth journey, and I am kicking my heels across Europe until we meet again next weekend on the other
The Tradition of Freedom
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The beginning of the summer camping season on the Piémançon beaches in the Camargue region of southern France.
A Buttermere Tree
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A photograph of one of the most photographed trees in the English Lake District in the truly appalling conditions I encountered this January.
Parade of Fire
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A procession of some serious fire through the narrow streets of Liestal, near Basel, to mark the approaching end of winter.
The Clootie Well
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Travelling, even in my own country, has given me much more interest in the places which many pass by with little thought. A small Forestry Commission car park at the side of the road not far from Inverness offers a place to stop at one such place: the “Clootie Well” at Munlochy. For hundreds of
The Way to Green Crag
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I don’t usually bother celebrating my birthday in any great fashion, but as I turned forty this year, I decided to make an exception and plan a short break away with Jo, so that I could look back on the arrival of mid-life with some fondness. After some to-ing and fro-ing on a destination, I
I miss London
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…and I react with a start every time I realise how long it’s been since I was last there.
The Glory Days
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Alness, on the shores of the Cromarty Firth in northern Scotland, has a heritage of floral displays and the town won many awards between 1997 and 2007. Winter is certainly not the most picturesque time to visit, yet the small town has its charms and is a pleasant place to visit. It’s a slight anachronism,
