Nobody Expects The Orkney Haar

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Surely my eyes have blown a fuse. The world is blank – not a hole (because holes areĀ *in* something) but a total absence, a blackness filled with light. Vertigo sweeps over me. And…that strange muddled sense of depth, like when you’re drifting off to sleep in a darkened room and suddenly you can’t tell if the ceiling is a million … Read More

Mongol Rally 2011: A Few Myths Busted

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Let’s say you bumped into me in the street a month ago, and asked me about the Mongol Rally. I’m ashamed to say I’d have sounded like a misinformed idiot. A Few Idiotic Myths About The Mongol Rally 1. It’s some kind of race, right? (To Mongolia? Duh). 2. It’s some kind of holiday. (Probably involving lots of good food … Read More

Can We Really Be Friends?

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  Have you actually met any of these people? – a large proportion of friends and family, to me, at various points in the last decade. Hi. There’s a very good chance that we’ve never met. But that’s okay – we can still be friends. And here’s why that is.

Why I Love Your Travel Writing

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Oh, I love the way you write. Seriously. Such a thrill. I’ve read a lot of travel writing (and a lot of “How To” travel writing) online and offline — and it’s such a relief to read someone who truly gets it. I love your stuff. Here are three reasons why.

Balderdash! – Busting 5 Myths About England

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Ah, England! The mist-shrouded Arthurian ruins, the rolling green hills dotted with sleepy hamlets, nuns on bikes free-wheeling over cattle grids, tankards of warm beer, castles and orchards, jodhpurs and shooting-sticks, where monocles legally replace spectacles and more than two people will automatically form a queue, where everything is quaint and quintessential and steeped and… On and on. Planning a … Read More

The North York Moors: a Birthday Challenge

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“You do know the weather forecast is horrific, yes?” “Yes. But I am MIKE!” “What?” “Er – I’m MIKE. It’s…it’s like a rallying cry. I’m facing off against the world, see. Staring it down. And there can be only one winner.” “Well yes. That’s certainly true.” My housemate eyes me pityingly as I continue to lace up my boots.