Imagine your country forcefully divided, each half operating under very different forms of government. Children grow up with different values, different expectations. These differences don’t go away because a treaty was
Bah. Your life is not complete until you’ve had currywurst at Curry 36 in Kreuzberg.
To the cynical Western eye, there seems to be quite a bit of propaganda to promote the
Well, I forgot to show you photos from a visit on a sunny English afternoon to Flatford Mills, where John Constable painted some of his best-known works.
Don’t know the
More on them and our first day in Berlin later. In the mean time, here’s the obligatory tourist photo at the Brandenburg Gate.
But not before one last dinner at a country pub in Newbourne.
In Brighton, I once found a doughnut-making machine that included a mechanical hand that flipped the doughnuts over
The subject of this post is Beach Huts. You’ve seen them before in my Felixstowe post. To review: they are essentially toolsheds on leased land by the beach.
Today, we once again made the short drive to Felixstowe, but to a different, more northerly part known as Old Felixstowe.
Andy and I have been friends since we met in the early Eighties. Andy was living in Hong
Just kidding. We’re talking about one of the most accomplished men of the Twentieth Century, Sir Winston Churchill. His actual quote is, “I
If you’d gone to school in England rather than wasting your time elsewhere, you’d recognize this short rhyme as describing the fate of the six wives of Henry the Eighth.
Today, between rain squalls, we had a look at Hever Castle, home of Beheadee #1,
