I went to Wimbledon yesterday and given that I wrote about Roland Garros a few weeks ago I guess I should add some comments about Wimbledon. After all it’s the greatest tennis tournament in the world – isn’t it?
Paris in the Spring is a magical place, beloved by writers, filmmakers, poets and romantics but there is always a problem when I come here each Spring – I do not get to see much of Paris!
For me and many others who flock to Paris at the end of each May, Paris means one thing only Continue reading →
I am writing these words on the boat, having just sailed from volcanic Deception Island in the South Shetland Islands to commence our return journey across the Drake Passage to Argentina, after 8 days exploring the northern tip of the Antarctic Peninsula. Continue reading →
I went to Wimbledon yesterday and given that I wrote about Roland Garros a few weeks ago I guess I should add some comments about Wimbledon. After all it’s the greatest tennis tournament in the world – isn’t it?
Paris in the Spring is a magical place, beloved by writers, filmmakers, poets and romantics but there is always a problem when I come here each Spring – I do not get to see much of Paris!
I am writing these words on the boat, having just sailed from volcanic Deception Island in the South Shetland Islands to commence our return journey across the Drake Passage to Argentina, after 8 days exploring the northern tip of the Antarctic Peninsula. Continue reading 
Notes from a Nomad 