My luxury-holiday-on-a-budget, to Gibraltar in Club via a 5* London hotel.

"I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move."
"I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move."

My luxury-holiday-on-a-budget, to Gibraltar in Club via a 5* London hotel.

An up-close look at Europe’s ‘most dangerous airport’.

A little after 9am this morning found me perched on a bench with four strangers, each of us anonymously dressed in oversized red jumpsuits, further constrained by straps that pull awkwardly at limbs. I’d been temporarily relieved of all my possessions except my clothes, lest I somehow cause harm with them later; permanently relieved of almost $200; breathalysed; swabbed for narcotics; had surrendered my passport; and waived my right to sue over distress, injury or death.
All because I fancied a stroll.

Bristol is famed for its hot air balloons, and this year I was able to see the fiesta from my house, and then my house from a balloon!

A few shots of my favourite inhabitants at Toronto Zoo.

A summary of my Scandinavian wanderings: EDI-OSL-AES-OSL-CPH-LGW on Norwegian, then home via Cambridge.

Gävle’s iconic – and accident-prone – giant Christmas goat.