Tag Archives: hill

Hanky panky in the headmaster’s office (Rousse)

Posted on April 8, 2014 by Dreamaticus

It was my first day back at school and, before lessons even started, I was called into the headmaster’s office for turning up late. I tried to explain that after years of working in academia I was completely unused to … Continue reading →

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Advice from a pale cyclist (Rousse)

Posted on February 11, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I completed the last hundred metres of my morning run and turned the corner into our street. There I found SL with her back against our railings, and her hands clinging onto the handlebars of her red bike. “I think … Continue reading →

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Munro bagging for beginners (Rousse)

Posted on December 26, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I overheard a seasoned Munro bagger speaking to my parents. “How far are you walking?” he asked. “Oh, only about 10 miles,” answered my father. “Just over the hill and back again with our three girls”. The man glanced at … Continue reading →

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From danger in the Scottish hills to a ski-ing trip in Surrey (Rousse)

Posted on October 26, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I struggled up the mountain side, the gap between us widening with every step I took. TPR was miles ahead of me and I would never catch up with him. The terrain was particularly difficult over the grassy banks. If … Continue reading →

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Corbridge attracts Texan property investor (Rousse)

Posted on September 30, 2013 by Dreamaticus

As my father cycled at full pelt up the hill he explained that two very astute business women had bought up most of the residential property in the pretty Northumbrian village of Corbridge. The first was my mother. The second … Continue reading →

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A trip to Middle-earth, the Shire and Hobbiton (Rousse)

Posted on September 28, 2013 by Dreamaticus

She was only just back from her summer holiday, yet already AM was off on another exciting trip – to Hobbiton in Middle-earth. I clicked the link that she had posted to her Facebook wall and marvelled at the photographs … Continue reading →

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Scandal of Yorkshire tourist information office that charges visitors to look at the moon (Rousse)

Posted on April 13, 2013 by Dreamaticus

We visited widower K in a Yorkshire village. He, along with his two small sons and daughter, seemed to be coping well since the death of his wife. I noticed that the little girl’s nails needed cutting, but she knew … Continue reading →

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Muddy bush women prove excellent runners (Rousse)

Posted on February 25, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I was doing well, hill training with LM and SS in the woods. On the way back up through the trees I bounded past the pair of them with hardly a need to draw breath. My athletic achievement was soon … Continue reading →

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The world’s most beautiful identical triplets (Rousse)

Posted on January 23, 2013 by Dreamaticus

It had been a very long journey over the hills by tandem and car, but now we were finally in Canada and about to meet yet another set of cousins. I couldn’t wait to see the three girls known as … Continue reading →

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A visit to the Indigo bed and breakfast (Rousse)

Posted on October 1, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The Indigo bed and breakfast was in Cunningsburgh, Shetland. TPR had dumped the bike elsewhere so we caught the bus to the village. Once again I was astonished at the reach of service of Lothian Buses. We asked for directions … Continue reading →

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