No taxi, no bus – just a thumb out by the road. I set off from the airport hotel near Alicante to reach the salt hills of Santa Pola, hitchhiking the old-fashioned way and seeing who would stop. Salt, flamingos and white hills Santa Pola sits beside vast salt pans – the salinas – where…
Arriving late and full of confidence, I decided to walk out of Alicante airport into the night rather than wait for a bus. It did not go to plan – no pavements, no signs, and a growing certainty that I’d taken a wrong turn in the dark. A lesson in not doing this Airports aren’t…
Every English seaside town comes with a checklist of cliches – the pier, the deckchairs, the chips eaten in the wind. So I went to Bournemouth to hunt down eleven of them, with affection and a raised eyebrow. If you have time for nothing else, watch the film first. Everything below is the context. Where…
There’s something quietly magical about places the world almost forgot. The Wendover Canal is one of them, once abandoned and slowly reclaimed by nature, now coming back to life piece by piece. Some stretches shimmer with water, others lie dry and untouched, and in between you’ll find narrowboats, wildlife, and a landscape full of stories…