Melting clocks, lip-shaped sofas, surreal landscapes and unfathomable religious motifs. These things are all associated with the wildly eccentric artist, Salvador Dali, and all of these, and more, are on … Continue reading On the Dali Trail
Melting clocks, lip-shaped sofas, surreal landscapes and unfathomable religious motifs. These things are all associated with the wildly eccentric artist, Salvador Dali, and all of these, and more, are on … Continue reading On the Dali Trail
On my first night it pelted noisily with rain and I was woken by baying dogs, possibly the pack I’d seen the evening before, nestled round a homeless woman with … Continue reading Church Hopping in Kiev
The funniest moment of the weekend was my dad falling over on the cross-country ski track and, slipping and sliding on the icy surface, struggling to get back up, legs wobbling like a newborn calf. Doubled over with laughter, we were powerless to help. In the end he managed to haul himself back into an upright position on his skinny skis and manfully completed an entire circuit. We were at Mezaparks, a forest park half an hour’s tram ride from the centre of Riga.
The inspiration for this trip had struck a year earlier, as I trawled indolently through a copy of Marie Claire from the comfort of my sun bed in the soothing … Continue reading On the Marie Claire Trail in Sherry Country