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To Lincoln And Norfolk

To Lincoln And Norfolk

Lincolnshire had slid past as we cycled along. The view was endless over the green, sea-flat, land. The whole of the county seemed pretty much three quarters sky. We descend the Lindum Road, the old Roman route that if we stayed on it long enough would take us down Nero’s old road through Peterborough, through […]

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Italy – The Promised Land

Italy – The Promised Land

There was always this red book. Growing up, above the tv, in the shelves, sat amongst the ‘Home Doctor’ manuals and the cheap ‘Collected Brontë’ omnibuses, there was always this one red book. Faded cover, gold embossed writing on the outside: ‘The Promised Land’. I don’t know why it didn’t intrigue me more at the […]

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To Hull

To Hull

I wait behind an old fashioned, green painted, heavy iron British Rail gate. Craning my neck as the just-arrived Hull Train from Kings Cross snorts a few engine noises and a sort of cut-price crowd file along down the platform towards me. I’m stood in front of the Royal Station Hotel on a Friday evening. […]

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Last Chance To See – Revisited

Last Chance To See – Revisited

After 2 years away the British Journey is taken up once more.

Here is the rambling but truthful account of what one man and one Greek saw and heard and felt during a tour down the eastern side of Britain.

A country they felt they never fully knew before they both left to make a new life in Greece, but always wanted to understand.

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Crete

Crete

  Rethymno Days   We landed at the seaport of Heraklion, the principle city of Crete, sometime in early April. The ferry gliding in, like a vast sea bird, to rest next to the red-brick arches of the city’s Venetian arsenal. But straightaway we leave that city’s charms – and its shabbiness – for later […]

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Athens

Athens

  I’ve come to show you the Street of Dreams It doesn’t stand out; it’s just a street like all the others of Athens It is the street where we live Small, insignificant, sad, tyrannical, and yet infinitely kind There is a lot of dirt, a lot of children, a lot of mothers, a lot […]

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Thrace

Thrace

The White Arrivers We arrived in Xanthi as the worst winter storms in over 50 years hit the Balkans. Blizzards, blocked roads, violent slurries of thick snow throughout all northern Greece. A church bell chimed through the darkened sky, splattered with snow, as we entered the city. And then, from somewhere on the hills over […]

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Budapest

Budapest

But perhaps we had taken too long on the train? We arrived in Budapest and it felt just like the closing moments of some huge overture – as pulling into a great city should really always feel. But stepping down from the panting Polish sleeper train into the vast Keleti station in the early morning […]

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Krakow – Auschwitz

Krakow – Auschwitz

Prague again. Arriving at ten past three. We had slept the sleep of the dead on the train up from Vienna, and now had to bundle our groggy selves back to the Vysočany suburb and up 9 stories of brutal ex-Communist architecture to the warm waiting home of the Greek-Czechs. Despite us crashing in on […]

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Vienna – Bratislava

Vienna – Bratislava

Vienna, sometime before midnight. Out of the train station – burning behind us like a bonfire – and out into the city. And no one would take us in. Walking the dark streets, a sleety drizzle falling, every hotel was booked, everywhere full. I had once known Vienna pretty well. I had stayed in the […]

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