Shenandoah Park was a treat not just because I got to see a beautiful park and its colours at the start of autumn. It was a treat because I got to spend a day in the company of a dear friend, who has been living in the States for more than a decade. She and I spent the morning driving from Manassas to the park, … Continue reading Shenandoah Park.
I have found Vocal Media, a publishing platform where you can post your stories for the wider world to read. I feel the benefit is that the platform already has traction, bespoke communities with bespoke interests and followers. I have decided to post there every now and then as a way of channelling the energy I seem to have at the moment for writing. My … Continue reading Vocal Media.
I forget about everything and everyone when I travel. Maybe that is why I would like this to be a permanent job. Always in transit. Always escaping. Always seeing something new. My only commitment would be to always being free. My soul is that of a gipsy. That is half a blessing, half a curse, for there is always something new to do; what is in … Continue reading Travelling To Me.
To get to Alice Austen’s House, you need to take the ferry from Downtown Manhattan into Staten Island. I did just that one Saturday afternoon at the start of January keen to make sure I ticked the location off the list of the 111 places I should not have missed in New York. Staying true to my passion for walking, I decided to walk to … Continue reading Alice Austen’s House.