I found a seat with a table and sat down, guiltless for taking up all four seats; it’s a struggle for me to fit in those without tables because of my giraffe legs. I left my headphones on and opened my book. That’s every journey I take between Canterbury East and Bromley South. No matter … Continue reading Returning Home
Category: Travel Writing
The Iron Way
Apart from Dad, everyone else was a stranger. Twelve of us, including our guide, were sat in a decommissioned bus. It shakingly climbed the corkscrew road (‘road’ being a generous word), sides almost over the edge, groaning with every gear change up the Honnister slate mine. Slate slopes plummeted away as the main road shrank. There were … Continue reading The Iron Way
The Man on the Tor
“The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.” ―Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles It was the year I fell in love with Sherlock Holmes. My The Complete Stories of---my red bible---lay in the backseat of my dad’s Mercedes. We left the long shadows of the … Continue reading The Man on the Tor
The Worst Hotel I’ve Ever Stayed In
Zagreb is a modest, budding city. Our room, on the bottom floor of an apartment not far from the capital's main square, was not. A screen of orange beads hung before a single window, casting a light as dim as an old photograph into a room best summed-up by its cupboard. Correction: its wet room. Wet … Continue reading The Worst Hotel I’ve Ever Stayed In
Tom Luck 