The plan was sound. I needed to get home from Derby Station and my wife – my usual taxi-driver – was going to be in away Lancaster. I would take a train home from Southampton and cycle home. The journey was only 18 miles on good cycle routes and relatively flat. I would get my…
Tag: cold
Icicles in my Veins
It has been a long time since I have been as cold as I was today. I spent 10 hours standing in an exposed muddy field with the relentless scouring of a cruel April chill. Cold sadistically bites your lips, eats your fingers, imbibes your toes and slowly sucks the heat and life out of…
Knowing your Place
On Tuesday, I visited Aalborg, a small industrial city at the top of Denmark. As I pondered my destination I wondered whether it could claim to be the first entry in the world gazetteer. Which other town or city could surpass its opening double “a”s and followed by a respectable “l”? Even in a dictionary…
