Far Flung Exotic Locations
In truth I'm not the most well travelled person in the world. The gap year hadn't really been invented during my student days and nobody ever invited me to go and pick oranges on a kibbutz or lead a party of holidaying American youngsters on outward bound activities in the big outdoors. I didn't get the memo about the trekking adventure in Nepal and I was on leave the day everyone decided to go on safari to the Serengeti. "Cape Verde," will be the answer Kylie Minogue gives when she answers questions on my life story on Celebrity Mastermind as she surely one day will. "That's the furthest he's ever been from Cornwall. He spent a week being pursued by locals trying to persuade him to spend all his money on trinkets that he wasn't interested in, and I don't think he's in a hurry to go back." I really don't like being troubled by strangers when I'm trying to grab some shuteye on the beach.
Planning an early retirement with just about enough income to ward off starvation isn't going to get me much further really. But I'm far more interested in time than money, hence the big decision to spend more of it doing photography and none at all poring over spreadsheets after the end of September. In recognition of this impending excitement I've just rescheduled some flights for the second time. Fortunately a well known airline with an orange colour scheme is currently allowing its customers to change their flights at no cost; which makes a change from their usual levels of inflexibility once you've handed over your hard earned loot. So in the last few months our plans to go to Seville last summer, which up until today had morphed into an Easter jaunt to Porto have now become a fortnight in Madeira next spring. Those of you who have watched Nigel Danson's latest offerings will already be muttering "copycat" tersely under your breath as you move on to the next image - and of course you're right. I'm going with my better half rather than a small bearded Brummie so it won't all be photography, but the camera will be the first thing to go in the suitcase. Well not in the actual suitcase itself, but you get the picture.
Of course all of this unscheduled premature excitement may come to nought, so here's an image from the furthest point on the map from home to which I've travelled since last March. At the moment North Somerset may as well be at the other end of the universe, but hopefully in time it will start to feel a bit closer again. At least if there's something to look forward to then it makes the fact that the outside world is more or less off limits at the moment that bit more bearable.
So prepare for more entries from the vault in the coming weeks everyone, and perhaps one day I'll have something new to share with you once more. In the meantime, I hope you're all managing to keep yourselves entertained!
Far Flung Exotic Locations
In truth I'm not the most well travelled person in the world. The gap year hadn't really been invented during my student days and nobody ever invited me to go and pick oranges on a kibbutz or lead a party of holidaying American youngsters on outward bound activities in the big outdoors. I didn't get the memo about the trekking adventure in Nepal and I was on leave the day everyone decided to go on safari to the Serengeti. "Cape Verde," will be the answer Kylie Minogue gives when she answers questions on my life story on Celebrity Mastermind as she surely one day will. "That's the furthest he's ever been from Cornwall. He spent a week being pursued by locals trying to persuade him to spend all his money on trinkets that he wasn't interested in, and I don't think he's in a hurry to go back." I really don't like being troubled by strangers when I'm trying to grab some shuteye on the beach.
Planning an early retirement with just about enough income to ward off starvation isn't going to get me much further really. But I'm far more interested in time than money, hence the big decision to spend more of it doing photography and none at all poring over spreadsheets after the end of September. In recognition of this impending excitement I've just rescheduled some flights for the second time. Fortunately a well known airline with an orange colour scheme is currently allowing its customers to change their flights at no cost; which makes a change from their usual levels of inflexibility once you've handed over your hard earned loot. So in the last few months our plans to go to Seville last summer, which up until today had morphed into an Easter jaunt to Porto have now become a fortnight in Madeira next spring. Those of you who have watched Nigel Danson's latest offerings will already be muttering "copycat" tersely under your breath as you move on to the next image - and of course you're right. I'm going with my better half rather than a small bearded Brummie so it won't all be photography, but the camera will be the first thing to go in the suitcase. Well not in the actual suitcase itself, but you get the picture.
Of course all of this unscheduled premature excitement may come to nought, so here's an image from the furthest point on the map from home to which I've travelled since last March. At the moment North Somerset may as well be at the other end of the universe, but hopefully in time it will start to feel a bit closer again. At least if there's something to look forward to then it makes the fact that the outside world is more or less off limits at the moment that bit more bearable.
So prepare for more entries from the vault in the coming weeks everyone, and perhaps one day I'll have something new to share with you once more. In the meantime, I hope you're all managing to keep yourselves entertained!