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Category Archives: Travel
Seaside, Smugglers, a Dragon or the Devil
There is something quite romantic about white horses, not the majestic, virile stallions. I mean the oceanic type, whipped up by the breeze. Although I’m sure there are a few mares who would disagree. Today we went to Filey and … Continue reading
Another Old Girl
“That’s the best Curry I have had in 44 years,” I said. The waiter, quite possibly the owner of the Kashmir Restaurant in Bradford gave me one of those looks. I’m kinda used to them by now. He appeared to … Continue reading
Posted in 1970'S, Blogging, Bradford, History, Humour, Life, Opinion, Railways, Travel
Tagged 1976, Bradford, Curry, Great Victoria Hotel, Karachi Restaurant, Kashmir Restaurant, Prostitutes, Railway Hotels, Victorians
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Going Back, Haworth, the Bronte’s and a Sticky Toffee Pudding
I doubt there will ever be a Parkrun in Haworth and the Bronte Sisters must have had calf muscles to die for! In 1973 many people thought the Hovis advert had been filmed in Haworth but it was actually filmed … Continue reading
Should You Go Back?
The rain bounced off the car, then came the hailstones and yes; I realised how much I hadn’t missed Bradford. I was just a kid of barely 18 when I boarded a one way flight from Leeds/Bradford Airport to Jersey, … Continue reading
Posted in Blogging, Bradford, Humour, Life, Opinion, people, Travel
Tagged 1974, Bradford, Chellow Dene, Devils Cave, Drummond Road Boys School, Going Back, Going Back to Your Roots, Going Home, Identity, Lumb Lane, Manningham, Pound Shop, Revisiting
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Melting in Mombasa
We passed a small truck with animal carcasses swinging in the rear and a cart strapped down with vegetables. The carcasses were ravaged by flies and I realised I was looking at a butchers van. I tried to experience a … Continue reading
Malayan Spout Hotel
The princess said oooh! lets go on the North Yorkshire Moors for half term. This hotel is doing Bed Breakfast and two course evening meal for two at £99. I agreed because…… well its easier isn’t it and I like … Continue reading
Posted in Blogging, Freedom, Humour, Life, nature, Opinion, Travel, Walking
Tagged Food, Goathland, Hiking, Hotel Deals, Hotels, Humour, Life, Mallyan Spout Hotel, North Yorkshire Moors, Travel, Yorkshire Hotels
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Interlude in Puerto Vallarta
Five hundred feet below me the rocks of the Sierra Madre mountains appeared unforgiving, the guide called out, ‘It’s okay the horse knows where it’s going.’ I decided to leave my fate in the hands of a Mexican pony and sat … Continue reading
Posted in Blogging, Humour, Life, Mexico, Travel
Tagged Horse riding, Humour, Life, Puerto Vallarta, Sierra Madre, Travel
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Too Young to Die (2 of 3)
The Spanish called us ‘Pesca Submarina’ – underwater fishermen. The name carried respect and we were proud of the kudos. We were treated well and so considered ourselves honoured and tried to live honourably when in their company. But after … Continue reading
Posted in 1970'S, Blogging, Fishing, Freedom, Life, Opinion, Travel
Tagged Fear, Fishing, Gran Canaria, Life, San Nicolas, Spearfishing, Storms, Survival
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I Was Too Young to Die (Part 1 of 2)
The roads had a capacity for treachery and the mountains appeared complicit. Several times we had been here, gambling on the mercy of mother nature, but this was the storm season and she always forbade us entrance to the sea. As he guided the van … Continue reading
Posted in 1970'S, Blogging, Freedom, Life, Opinion, people, Travel
Tagged Canary Islands, Mogan, San Nicholas, Spain, Spearfishing
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It Wasn’t Love
She began to cry, silently, suppressing a basic human emotion and words flashed through my adolescent mind. “There, there – it’ll be okay – are you alright?” Words from my childhood and all of them cowardly used by people who … Continue reading