When we pulled up to the driveway on a sunny afternoon, we were certainly ready for a treat. The weather was perfect for a walk, but the sleep in our eyes meant that it wasn’t even a passing thought yet. Hotel Duca Di Mantova in…
Fun. Life-changing. A dream come true. There are many words I ways I have described the trips I’ve been on in the past. Spontaneous has never been one of them.As a wheelchair user, things tend to go wrong even with the most attentive advance planning. A…
Nothing says ‘holiday mode: ON’ like an impromptu getaway within an already special getaway. My return to Italy was already one of a kind before Venice was anywhere listed on the itinerary. Filling my days were pretty views, good food, memorable nights out and precious…
All good things must come to an end they say. As much as I wish that isn’t true, as I flew to London yesterday morning, I am certain it is…It was just over two weeks I spent catching as many Bitesize Wonders as I possibly…
Travel has never been a spontaneous thing for me. For the most part, it’s mainly because I believed it couldn’t be. Maybe, I was right to think that, but perhaps in some ways, I wasn’t and just wanted everything to be as straightforward as possible….
I sent you my Postcards From Italy only a few days ago and I hope they found you well. It’s nearly been two weeks since I arrived and like I said many times already, I’m having the best time here. It’s about time I shared…
Buongiorno my lovelies! I’m writing to you from a very sunny Italy… It’s been exactly a week since we departed from Manchester, I wrote ‘On The Plane To Italy‘, and now I’m indulging in all things I’ve missed in the past two years. It’s obvious…
Hope it doesn’t make you too jealous, but I’ve been having the time of my life these last few days. The change in my posting activity on the gram which is certainly usually mild has been probably the deadest giveaway! Needless to say, the last…
I’m now wondering what the people thought as I drifted through at the speed of light down the long corridors.‘Excuse me, sorry” “Excuse me, sorr- thank you so much” “Sorry, excuse me”.These were the words I uttered as I slid through catwalking bodies. One after…
Feet buried in the sand as I use the back of my hand to shield my eyes from a blazing sun. Warm hotel sheets I could drown in for the longest time, forever and a day perhaps. Cocktail sips as I lock eyes with a…