wanton wastreling

WEll, two things happened almost simulatenously. First, I ran out of time with which to write in this venue. Secondly, and probably more im...

By this time of the day, I was well & truly besotted. Marita Beth had done her fair share of shopping while I did my share of ale-drink...

The Blue Posts is a lovely Pub established sometime in the early-mid 1700's. Apparently there are four Blue Posts in Soho and they mark...

Life took over. This is my first real opportunity in over a week to write. That opportunity coincides with my wife's birthday (Happy Bi...

After leaving Shakespeare's Head, we spent some time shopping in the hustle & bustle that is the Oxford & Regents street mall. ...

I seem to be a little jumbled. The other day, I wrote about a visit to an Italian Ristorante in London. Well, that visit came after drinks ...

The time had finally arrived. I'm a life-long Gooner. I've been to London numerous times. I'd never been to Highbury. This was ...

London! We can feel the trip closing to an end and we don't want it to, we really don't want it to; but it's the inevitable con...

We've left Arbor Low and scouted out a location to spend the night. We've gone as far as we could and have ended up in Matlock, Der...

Well, my personal goal of posting a write here every weekeday until my journal of our Trip2Scotland is complete is shot all to hell. It...

The Arbor Low circle lies cradled in the midst of the Peak District in England and on private land. We parked in the small lot provided for...

During our trip, I miscalculated and made an error that could have proved to be much worse than it was. My wife wanted to be at a circle on...

How's that? I can't recall the name of the pub, I can't recall the name of the village. I can't recall where in England we ...

Yes, we've finally left Scotland and are into England now. Not too far into our journey South, we espied one of those rather ubiquitous...