Author Archives: Martin

A couple of nights in west Wales. Perhaps it’s my imagination, but I think I’m looking older…

Sally among the buttercups at the disused Thames and Severn canal, in the Cotswolds.

“Dragon Boat” racing in Gloucester Docks. Pictures from W&G’s balcony. Meanwhile, work preparing for the Big Trip has to continue…

It must be Spring at last; the wisteria is in bloom, growing over the railings on our balcony. Below is an acer and in front of that some broom. It all happens at the same time. Esme prefers picking petals … Continue reading →

…of the Monmouth canal, north of Newport in South Wales. We’ve walked and cycled here before but there is always something new, or very old, to see. The Crumlin is no longer navigable, so no boats, but some enthusiastic volunteers … Continue reading →

Esme likes her new boots, as do I. Sadly, they don’t do them in a 45.

We spent a week in East Sussex, which brought back some distant memories of holidays long ago. Saint Thomas the Martyr Church, Winchelsea. The last resting place of Spike Milligan. The inscription, in Gaelic, reads “I told you I was … Continue reading →

Five miles north of Newport, in Monmouthshire, Caerleon seems to have escaped our attention, up until now. The local volunteer in the town’s museum confessed that this was something we shared with half of his town’s own population. It was, … Continue reading →

A great thing to do on a cold Winter’s day, specially if one is of a certain age and have a nostalgia for the ephemera of days-gone-by. The museum is up the road from us at Portbury. And it’s huge!