In 1918, my grandfather and seven other British officers escaped from a Turkish prisoner of war camp. That was the easy part. They then faced 450 miles of deadly heat, hostile terrain and trigger-happy brigands.
Good news for the endless road walkers, night prowlers, urban explorers, psychogeographers, explorers, threshold stalkers. We have our gods and goddesses and we are protected!
Wildlife, chateau, borders – notes from walking one of France’s most beguiling rivers.
Late Sunday night and Crewe Station is empty and deserted. But there is a lost world here, filled with the ghosts from a bygone era of variety theatre.
Ssandwood-bayandwood Bay in north Scotland is famous for its remote beauty. It’s also a place of legend, shipwrecks, fugitives and ghosts.
Yangon: an account of a slow and fascinating train journey through an extraordinary city is published in Elsewhere: A Journal of Place.
The river of lost footprints. The road to Mandalay. The river that brings blessings to the people. If nothing else the Ayeyarwady (or Irrawaddy) River is evoked by a great line, and Kipling’s poem of nostalgia and longing.
Fife is rife with ruins, green fields and contradiction. Its dramatic entrance hall, the Forth Bridge, somehow encapsulates much of its inner nature, except perhaps for the matter of golf.