The log book I found in the drawer under my bed says ‘fell off airplane.’ And that’s what happened. It was the worst three seconds of my life. Even now, 21 years later, my heart races when I think about it. We were flying at 2,000ft when I shuffled into the open doorway. It was…
I set up my facebook Writer’s page, thinking it would be much the same as my personal profile. But when I posted a blog article, a message popped up. Did I want to boost this post for £3? I had no idea what would happen, but £3 didn’t seem like much – a couple of…
What happened to me today is barely believable. I’m so glad it’s over. I’d been on the verge of cancelling my 33 mile walk from Fort William to Fort Augustus due to the forecast for heavy rain. But I decided not to be a weather-wimp and off I set in my waterproofs at 6am. For…
On my last post I covered the dangers of the crazed serial killers who lurk the length of the Great Glen Way in the Scottish Highlands (Walk of Terror). Turns out there is a worse danger … hills. I set off yesterday from Fort Augustus, hoping for a long but straightforward 40 mile walk. I…
I’m half-heartedly planning a walk from Fort William to Fort Augustus (33 miles) on the Great Glen Way this Monday. I’d been planning to do the 66 mile Speyside Way (Buckie to Aviemore) this weekend and sleep out overnight in a bivi bag – but it’s too cold and wet (I’m definitely going to be…
This post is the seventeenth and final in a series which starts HERE. (December 1998) Every morning I strap my baby to my chest and walk around Sousse. Being winter, many of the Casanova types that cause me so much hassle are not around. I walk to the market to buy fresh vegetables and fish and find that having a…
This post is the sixteenth and penultimate in a series which starts HERE. (December 1998) When I pass out in the treatment room, with my baby strapped to my front, the pharmacist catches me before I hit the ground. I am not a regular fainter; this is the only time I’ve been unconscious in my life. It’s the…
This post is the fifteenth in a series which starts HERE. (August 1998) ‘Hey lady! You wanna make a fuck with me?’ I ignore the moronic young lad and his giggling friends and continue on my way in the sweltering heat. My bump is heavy and I feel weary to the bone. Samir is in prison, I’m managing…
This post is the fourteenth in a series which starts HERE. (October 2014) Sousse in the dark is a nightmare. Although I lived there from 1997-99, my memories are hazy and now there is a new one-way system in place, as well as much development. The traffic chaos is the same; crazy lane changing, laden mopeds weaving through…
This post is the thirteenth in a series which starts HERE. (October 2014) After the visit to show my daughter her father’s gravestone (link to that post), we return to find the house filling with relatives and neighbours who want to celebrate my daughter’s sixteenth birthday and welcome her to their village. In addition to various men and…
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