Travel Moments, Finding Narnia in the Black Forest
In the depths of the great Black Forest it was easy to believe we were back in a time where fairy tales didn’t seem quite so fantastical […]
In the depths of the great Black Forest it was easy to believe we were back in a time where fairy tales didn’t seem quite so fantastical […]
If I’m honest, the words ‘Germany’ and ‘gastronomy’ have never readily coupled in my mind… the reality of our experience versus our preconceptions was both wide of the mark, and on the nose, in equal measure. […]
In a year packed with trails leading into forests, volcanic plains, gorges, valleys and along mountain paths these are five routes which stood out from the rest. […]
Every day at 5pm the Peace Bell is struck to mark the hour and its sonorous chime booms down the valley, rebounding off the mountains, chasing its own echo… […]
From wooden cottages whose roofs bow low to the ground in defiance of the weight of impending winter’s snow, thin columns of white smoke spiral into the sky, perfuming the air… […]
“So, is it black?” Our neighbour wasn’t the first person to ask the question after hearing I’d just spent two weeks walking through Germany’s immense Black Forest. […]
A decade ago, steel walkways were embedded into the sides of a 3 kilometre stretch of the gorge enabling visitors to walk above the torrent in search of the trickster spirit that allegedly resides in the depths of the whirlpools, waterfalls and strange rock formations… […]
We were researching routes on Fuerteventura and had parked in La Pared to reccie the area for any suitable walks.
La Pared has got to be one of the most depressing places I’ve ever visited. […]
The views in Gran Canaria are simply ‘bigger’ than on most of the other Canary Islands; there’s no monumentous volcano to dominate as there is on Tenerife. […]
I can’t help feeling like a cheat and wondering if the ease of my getting here hasn’t in some way diminished the achievement of those who have risked so much to stand where I am standing… […]
We’d crossed gorges, been questioned by the police and braved waterfalls to walk from Austria to Germany and one thing was stopping us from reaching our destination. […]
Suddenly the silence was shattered by the thunder of hooves and the cracks of a thousand tiny branches snapping… […]
There’s a thing about some people who like to go off the beaten track. Things they ‘discover’ themselves can often have more value than those in a guidebook. […]
We strode to the reception of the Parador de la Gomera on happy feet… and were greeted with a welcome which was indifferent at best. […]
There isn’t even a sign pointing to the Mirador de Abrante above Agulo on La Gomera yet. But, as we dragged our dusty, sticky bodies the final few metres across… […]
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