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The rain twists slowly across the landscape. It hisses around me, making the world sound like a dead channel, and it clatters against the back of my waterproof as I hunch over my rucksack to fish out my camera. (more…)
I Came, I Saw, I Suffered Immensely
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The rain twists slowly across the landscape. It hisses around me, making the world sound like a dead channel, and it clatters against the back of my waterproof as I hunch over my rucksack to fish out my camera. (more…)

Yes, trains certainly give you that.

And there’s little more enticing than a railway track meeting the horizon.

Railways, like rivers, are difficult subjects for writers because they go on and on.
- Eric Newby, The Big Red Train Ride.


I’m running along the harbour wall, and I’m not going to make it.
Yet another heart-rendingly beautiful Crete sunset is turning the sea copper, pulling the distant coastline into shadow. Presumably I’ll get bored of these at some point. Nice sunset. Meh. I’m trying to prepare myself for the disappointment of wasting this one. Of not making it in time.
Because there’s just no way. (more…)