The first day is strenuous. El Camino spirals up from St Jean along a route chosen by Napoleon and his troops as they entered Spain. It is now known …
Odysseus belonged to a dynasty of island kings, all only sons. Most were of doubtful parentage. His (supposed) grandfather, Arcesius, was said to be the son of either Zeus …
I changed into suitable working gear in case there were casualties and went up to the bridge to watch proceedings. The atmosphere was tense. I stood in a corner …
Finishing the last of the Sisters I ease down gently to Birling Gap for more tea and a slice of carrot cake. Every year the sea pounds the cliffs; …
Three hours’ sleep later I staggered out to wash. The water from my new room’s sink flowed down over my feet to exit via a convenient hole in the …
Paris had two passions: the mountain nymph Oenone, a skilful healer; and battles between bulls. His prize beast could beat any rivals, until a wild bull thundered into the …
It’s still early and, being Sunday, eerily quiet as I reach the outskirts of Logrono. I cross the Puente de Piedra over the wide Rio Ebro and turn right, …
Travelled Far I don’t recommend camping in thunderstorms. Please note the in word – not under or near, but in. This may sound obvious, but as with many aspects …