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The Blog Hop: My Take on Travel Blogging

As I’ve already mentioned, I love to read.  Books, blogs, newspapers – you name it, I’ll read it.  And as I’ve got more (digitally) involved in the blogging community since joining Twitter last year, I’ve come to really enjoy keeping up with my favourite blogs, be they on travel, politics, writing, or relationships. So when…

The Temple Cafe

Afternoon Tea at The Temple Cafe

  Tucked away in the lovely village of Northon, a picturesque Harris village that is little more than a single street, is The Temple Cafe.  The name is understandable, given the small stone building’s appearance, and the fact that the remains of a real monastic temple lie a short hike away across the Northton machair.…

Souvenirs and Snapshots from Kenya

First Impressions of Incredible Kenya

As I write, my body is back in Britain, but my heart and head are still in Kenya, still in East Africa.  The unexpected end to my 14-day-stay on the Kenyan coast has meant that the latter is taking some time to catch up with the former. I’m still stuck in the streets of Mombasa,…

Covered bridge over Yellow Breeches Creek

Taking Travel Inspiration from Childhood Adventures

A covered bridge over Yellow Breeches Creek, Pennsylvania. What did you enjoy doing at age 10? I came across this question recently while reading an online news article on how to find your passion and apply it to your career. For me, my main pastimes at ten years old were reading, writing, and playing outside. …

Wanderlust Wishlist

Wanderlust Wishlist: Five Dream Destinations

At times I’ve wondered if there’s something slightly strange about my insatiable need for international adventures.  It’s not only your typical travel adventures I crave – the cafés of Paris, or the palm trees of the Caribbean  – but more off-the-beaten path places too, like Iran, or the Wakhan Corridor of Afghanistan. People hear that…

East Sands, St Andrews

Stepping Back in Time in St Andrews

Returning to a place you have lived in and loved is always bittersweet. As I turned the corner onto Market Street in the heart of St Andrews this April, the memories and emotions rushed to greet me, hitting me full on.  Visiting St Andrews felt like a reunion with an old friend, one you’ve lost…