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It's time to hit the road again. As I write, Papa Morris is on the way to South Wales to retrieve our love bus from its winter hideaway. A series of...
There are few times as special in a child's life as when they learn to ride their first ever bike. Looking out of the window yesterday morning, it...
When I was a younger bloke, I made something of a pilgrimage to the only place on the planet I thought might satisfy my lust for flashing lights,...
The Christmas deccies came down last weekend, and good ol' Saint Nick has, alas, been banished back to the North Pole for another 12 months. I have to...
We moved three years ago. It wasn’t planned – the best things never are – and was entirely the product of Covid. Lockdowns left us with too much...
December 23 – the day I traditionally start my Christmas shopping. Alas, dear readers, 'tis true. Advanced planning and organisation have never...
I looked out the window. There was a car. It didn’t belong to us. It had been driven onto our lawn – stop right now, if you own the car, and look...
This may come as a shock to many of you, but the fried-chicken guzzling totem of gluttonous magnificence that is me hasn't always been the ambassador...
The motorhome is packed, and the open road awaits... I say 'packed' in the loosest possible term. I've decided what to take on my pending kayaking...