It always strikes me how foreign tourists stick to the same handful of places. In The Netherlands, where I’m from, everyone flocks to the Red Light District or Anne Frank House, depending on their preferences. I can’t vouch for the Red Light District…
A reflection on writing and walking, and writing about walking, upon reading Robert MacFarlane’s The Old Ways
What’s the point of walking? A meditation on an early summer walk across Norfolk from Roman fort to sea front.
Thinking about Vienna, I thought of touristy clichés: Sissi, opera, Mozartkugeln. Naff, quaint, boring. Not to worry. I wasn’t going… Read more How I Was Almost Eaten By Fish In An Abandoned Bunker: An Unusual Travel Story
What is it that makes nature writing so alluring? Can nature, or even just reading about it, be an antidote to stress? On tree hugging, daffodils and karate.
A reflection on why you don’t always need to travel far to experience nature. And flamingos.
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