Why do we travel? Do we travel so we can accrue experiences to take back to our homeland, or maybe we prefer to see if foreign folk find us as funny and charming as our compatriots? Perhaps it’s both, however one thing is true of my own travel experiences; you can take the boy out of England, but you can never take the England out of the boy. Continue reading ‘England: Til I Die’
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The grey, veinlike road would have been perfectly straight, if it weren’t for a curious kink. Although it was a fantastic kink; it reminded me very much of a giant’s finger knuckle; especially as it doubled as a rare and joyous bump in the road. Continue reading ‘Elland House, Glinton Road’
