The Color of Blood

Wish I Were Here

North Berwick, Scotland – September 2016

How high the walls of this castle are. How red the stone. Red: the color of the family that once dwelled within. The color of blood. My blood, diluted over the centuries by that of other tribes. Descendants dispersed in the winds of time. It’s just a name now: Douglas. A family ripped apart by rivalry. They became Red Douglases and Black Douglases. I have visited that other castle, in the Borders region. I wasn’t aware of the rift, then. Or to which line I belonged. It all comes down to color. Swarthy or ginger. Dark or light. Any heritage I claimed at Threave is erased and replaced by this intimidating structure. Tantallon.

The House that William Built, an information board proclaims. My mother and I exchange a look and snicker. William is the name of one of my brothers. She takes…

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San Diego

The U.S.S. Bennington—Part 1 After reading about the Bennington Memorial Oak Grove and discovering that it was a memorial to the USS Bennington, I went to Wikipedia to search for USS Bennington. There I discovered that another memorial to the 66 dead Bennington sailors was at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery. It’s the tallest thing for […] … Continue reading San Diego

San Diego

One of the best things about this Internet-connected world is that I can subscribe to various sources to let me know what’s happening, what happened, and what’s going to happen. Recently I was informed by our weekly newsmagazine, the San Diego Reader, that the Bennington Memorial Oak Grove got a new entry sign. I had … Continue reading San Diego

The Alaska Highway – Dawson Creek to the Yukon

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On the 5th day from Alabama I arrived at Dawson Creek, and the official start of the Alaska Highway. RBT_1420-EditI received a respite from the snowy weather and enjoyed stopping and taking it all in as I drove along that late afternoon. RBT_1443-EditI took a side trip on the Old Alaska Highway and visited the historic Kiskatinaw Bridge, which crosses the Peace River, and was the first curved bridge to be engineered in Canada. RBT_1450-Edit.RBT_1460-Edit.RBT_1463-Edit.RBT_1472-Edit-2.RBT_1478-Edit.RBT_1499-EditPretty soon I was under the spell of the Yukon, while still in British Columbia, the long days beckoning me to drive on. This photo was made just before 8pm. I continued until just shy of Fort Nelson.RBT_1513-EditI awoke early the next morning, having bivvied in a pullout, made some coffee on my camp stove and started into Easter Sunday. I had no idea what a magical morning it would be…

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Equihen Plage: The Village of Inverted Boat Houses

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Equihen Plage, on the coast of northern France by the English Channel, is a small seaside village with a population of about 3,000. Up until the beginning of the 20th century, Equihen Plage was a fishing village with a dry harbor

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My 10 countries with great food

Cooking without Limits

I love food and I love to travel. Every corner of this world has amazing new dishes that I never heard or taste. I know I am not gone get to all the countries in this world and try their food, but I know I am gone try. I got lucky to see beautiful countries and eat some great traditional food. There are places that are so dear to me, that I will visit again someday.

With great scenery, beautiful people and amazing food, these places made me want to see even more of the world. We all have our lists in our head about places to see, dishes to eat, things to do, etc. This is my special list with the top 10 countries that I fell in love and the food I tried there. I would love to see your list. I am so sure I will find…

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It’s time to sell up and live on a boat…

Loving the Fifty Something

fullsizerenderSo since returning from our amazing time in Canada, we’ve been suffering from post holiday blues.  With a combination of getting straight back into work, the weather here being rubbish with storms, Doris & Ewen knocking us about and not a lot of money to do anything.  So we’ve been getting stuck into moving forward with our ‘Living the Dream’ plans – exciting, but a lot to do…

Basically we have a boat and we’ve decided it’s the right time to sell up and go live on her 🙂

We call the boat ‘Head in the Clouds’, she’s a broad beamed canal boat, 10′ wide by 55′ long to be precise – and we love her 🙂

fullsizeoutput_95dWe first bought her in 2002 as a rusty steel shell with nothing inside except a vast rusty space with no windows or doors.

It was so exciting and it was from that point that we wanted…

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Canal Boats

Some people write on paper, I write on water. Writer types are a discrete but diverse species, and live in a variety of dwellings. Doubtless some live in mud huts and one or two probably live in castles or palaces. I got the chance to live on a boat and I jumped at it (not […] … Continue reading Canal Boats