Reasons to go North

Breakfast in Montmartre. It was I remembered. Though my paper blog from my 19th year also reminds me it was summer with pictures of...

Staying in the left bank Latin Quarter another easy morning stroll to St Germain, where J P Sartre and Samuel Beckett once lingered. Now...

The first cold snap. Some what late in mid November. At last the hills seen from my bedroom window were white. I remember when snow...

The dreary drifts of November grey. Cold nights, damp dawns and leaden skies. In valleys, on lakes , the weighted coat of autumn wrapped...

Just because I think Cumbria is so wonderful, and I was born here, and eventually found my way back, I have this odd thread of thought...