Living History
I have to explain, right up front, that to travel with my mother – a writer, a scholar of antiquity and a student of living history – is a unique […]
I have to explain, right up front, that to travel with my mother – a writer, a scholar of antiquity and a student of living history – is a unique […]
There needs to be a word for the very specific frisson of setting out for the first time in a new city. The usual response, thanks in part to Ben […]
Yes, I know: I haven’t been writing. But that’s not actually true – I have been writing. Just not posting, because everything I’ve started writing so far about this summer’s […]
Warning: this turned into a bit of a ramble. Then again, so did the day, so perhaps it’s fitting. Follow along if you like, or just skim the pretty pictures. […]
I know, I know – I’m not the only person who has a complicated relationship with the sea. If I were, where would we get all those shanties? All those […]
This is the point in the movie when our weary protagonists prematurely celebrate their survival and triumph, letting down their guard just long enough for the villain to rise from […]
Hector tells me that I looked like a triumphant madman when I stomped back into our bunk yesterday. I do remember being a bit bug-eyed and over-caffeinated, but it had […]
Past couple of days have predictably been a bit of a blur. Back and forth between the ship and station so many times that I often forget whether I am […]
Of course it was going to be overwhelming. The sensory overload, the people, the unfamiliar maze of corridors and walkways that make up the station. The rush to get everything […]
Even asleep, your body knows. The shape of the water, the way the ship moves. It’s a different, quieter dance – we’ve entered another world. Outside, once you’ve thrown on […]