Tag Archives: Australia

Driving backwards to a dinner date (Rousse)

My mother put the Volvo into reverse, swivelled the driver’s seat to face the back of the car, and drove backwards along the dual carriageway. She disregarded my warnings that she risked crashing into the lorry behind us that was … Continue reading

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A marathon in Australia (Rousse)

The message in very untidy writing on an old scrap of paper was from HJ’s husband R. His invitation to TPR was to travel with R to Australia to run a marathon.

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A romantic, faraway wedding venue with beautiful vegan bed and breakfast (Rousse)

DTJ transported all her friends and family to a romantic faraway venue for her wedding. (It was a pity that her groom KJ was obliged to pop back to Edinburgh from time to time for work.) She (in her wedding … Continue reading

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A purple helter skelter, party tricks, Skype, and recycling (Rousse)

JC was my passenger as we drove along a formerly familiar route that now included a purple helter skelter ramp covered all over in graffiti. I was amazed that the car was supple enough to work its way round the … Continue reading

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Australia unappreciated (Rousse)

I took a coach trip across Southern Australia. My travelling companion was a deaf old man. I tried to ignore him by reading a comic. I rarely looked out of the window and so was unable to really enjoy the … Continue reading

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A tall blonde Australian lover (Rousse)

I joined my tall blonde lover at the other side of the world in Australia. She hoped that I would move there permanently to live out the rest of my years in her homeland. I wasn’t sure that I could … Continue reading

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A Canadian pork pie picnic (Rousse)

We drove for miles and miles along Canadian single track roads. I doubted TPR’s navigation skills, but he was convinced that he knew the route to our cousins in Toronto – even without a map. Eventually we reached our final … Continue reading

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