The Scot emerged from behind the bar wearing a kilt and heavy leather boots, his legs clearly strong beneath woollen socks.
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England
Churchill glares down from the wall at the elderly German gent taking breakfast. At a nearby table in the bay window, I am enjoying a full English cooked breakfast at the Churchill Hotel in York.
Continue readingThe English Channel
I’m standing on the stony English beachfront at Deal, Kent, on a clear summer morning. France is visible over the water. I keep a watchful eye on that foreign treacherous land.
Continue readingNaples
Mt Vesuvius stands like a guide post to incoming ships. The captain of a cruise ship orders the course just north of the Isle of Capri and then a heading straight at Mt Vesuvius. Soon the ship is secured at a Naples harbour pier, so close to the street that I can almost touch the bow.
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The long roadside grasses have gone to seed. As I drive, an approaching speedy motorist flashes into view from around the corner, in the middle of the narrow road. We both take evasive action.
My antagonist appears to be familiar with the routine. He dodges me, toots, remonstrates via hand gestures and speeds on as if nothing had happened. I take a moment to recover myself. I am in southern Italy, in the Basilicata region.
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A fresh wind blows down the Bosporous Strait from the north as I explore the waterfront of the divided city of Istanbul.
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