A few stunning days spent stomping through fresh snow around Loch Lomond. Luss and its surroundings, much like Pepper’s abundant joie de vivre, never fail to impress.
A family New Year spent on the East Coast. Beach walks, blue skies, doggie dilemmas and abundant snacking.
Les Plus Beaux Villages de France are always a holiday highlight and Lot & Dordogne have more than their fair share. That and more offensively cheap, top notch vin.
For lovers of quaint hilltop villages, green rivers, spectacular vistas, slate rooftops, an explosion of nature and spectacularly cheap, quaffable wine, Hérault cannot be beaten.
Callander is the eastern gateway to Loch Lomond and the Trossachs and is a joy for walkers, cyclists and outdoor adventurists. Fab route to Aberfoyle via Loch Venachar highly recommended.
After living in Scotland for seven years, at last… a proper cold and snowy winter! Pepper loved the fresh snow and no buses meant walks to work across Arthur’s Seat. Bliss.
A wee jaunt back to my home town and a visit to my folks. As far as quaint Cornish fishing villages go, Mevagissey hits the spot perfectly.
Rescued from a horrific kill shelter, Pepper came to us from Serbia via Liverpool. She is utterly adorable and brings us joy every day. These are from her first 10 days…
A final break for bike training through the glorious Trossachs. The most beautiful region in the UK? Quite possibly.
Can a multicultural society work? In Nice, yes. Blessed with a culture, cuisine and climate close to perfection, it would appear its residents all realise how fortunate they are.
I was looking for inspiration, for excitement and a hero to worship, and like many other impressionable teenagers who sought a role model from their TVs, radios and record players, Paul Weller was that man. A good choice. A very good choice indeed. Paul Weller was a passionate, gobby, working class, mod-obsessed, Beatles-inspired super cool motherfucker.
Mull is a gem of an island and Tobermory the jewel in the crown. Stunning scenery and and even in winter best explored on a bike.
A 100 mile cycle challenge for Shelter meant a few trips to remote, magnificent scenery with undulating roads pleading to be ridden.
An honour and pleasure to share this protest amongst those not accepting sexism, racism, bigotry and homophobia from anyone, least of all this scumbag.
It’s with far more than a large dose of dewy-eyed nostalgia that I can listen back to I Just Can’t Stop It, and still love it. I remember a constant stream of happy, innocent days full of naive and romantic positivity, and the sheer voyage of musical discovery was already an all-consuming passion, but quite simply this is an exceptional album, brilliantly of its time and forty years later as socially relevant now as it was then.