Marley’s Tale
The story of how we found an abandoned puppy in Greece
And what happened next…
Ferry time – Italy Ho!
It’s 06:30 in the morning - or at least I think it is - as I don’t know for sure if we’re on Italy time or Greek. But I’m guessing Italy because through the ferry window I can see the lights of a town glinting dully through the early morning low cloud. Everything is...
Begin Again, Begin Again – CPTSD, the Great Struggle
(warning: this post concerns a subject that some readers may find distressing) The sunshine of this morning seems like a memory of a different world as I listen to the heavy rain blattering overhead in the darkness of a February night near Falkirk. Marley has placed...
Agueda – Bright Colours & Portuguese Cemeteries
The rain is spattering against Iggy's protective walls, and the early morning light is grey and chill outside the shutters. We are up bright and early to leave the unbecoming free Aire in Agueda behind us and head further north. It is Sunday, the first of March, and I...