Walking the Maré a Maré Sud, Corsica. September, 2008.
Dark mountains loom over the centre of the island as you approach Corsica across the strait from Sardinia. Behind, the pink and yellow houses of Santa Theresa Gallura tumble down to the small beach. Ahead, high cliffs topped with the double-cream ramparts of Bonifacio and then the […]
The pope in Cagliari, Sardinia.
Sunday afternoon Autumn and I got back to Luton after our fortnight in Sardinia and Corsica. It was an interesting holiday and the first couple of hours set its unpredictable tone.
Cagliari, pronounced ‘cally - ah - ree’, is the capital city of Sardinia; we soon nicknamed it ‘Caggers’. The airport seemed […]
The rain was up ahead, we could see the ominous purple-black clouds in front of us, but so far it wasn’t falling on us. Autumn had to point out a rainbow, as it was quite faint and I hadn’t seen it. Brushed against the bruised sky it arched down over the road from our left.
It […]
After a that fraught gingerbread man making on Tuesday night, last night I found myself sipping a convivial pint in the pub with a mate. The only thing that could make a pint in the pub more pleasant would be if one’s drink followed a fine repast, of perhaps, a large bowl of Ramen.
The pub […]
