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In 1954, my father, then just fifteen years old, made a pilgrimage to Lourdes. It was, by all accounts, a life affirming trip, made all the more memorable by the monumental effort it had taken my father, and his friends from the local youth club, to raise the necessary funds. For three years they had
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A few years ago I was holidaying in Sicily, taking in the sights around Mount Etna and the town of Taormina. There are many wonderful memories that can accompany such a trip. Sicily is the kind of place which overwhelms the senses and leaves deep impressions. On this occassion however, the trip became memorable for
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I must admit to being slightly apprehensive at the start of this trip. In the past, our cross country ski treks have involved long, exhausting days exploring the beautiful, expansive wilds around Geilo and Finse. Trysil, however, is far from wild. On the contrary, this is a developed ski centre with a large alpine area
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Early morning, and as the first rays of sun filter through the valley, the sound of a thousand little bells rises up into the air accompanied by the bleating of sheep. Dawn chorus in the mountains. A cool breeze catches the pungent aroma of rosemary and lavender and wafts it enticingly into the room, urging
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There’s a buzz that reverberates through the little town of Non Nuoc. A shrill energetic hum that seemingly has no single source. Rather, it comes at you from every nook and cranny, every side street and alleyway. Literally bouncing off the walls. An industrious, dusty hum that fills the day, the only reprieve coming at
