Our ‘bonus’ day

A good night’s sleep and we were all ready for a busy day. Hotel Gullfoss is just five minutes drive from the waterfall after which it is named so that was our first stop. What a sight! Having decided not to buy snacks for lunch we headed straight off to see the Geysirs. Not aContinue reading “Our ‘bonus’ day”

A first – let’s fly away!!

Some time ago, I was offered the opportunity to join a small group tour to the south of Iceland and, after some hesitation, decided to accept the place offered, so here I am… sitting at a desk in a very pleasant hotel in Gullfoss having enjoyed a delicious meal of Icelandic salmon and ready forContinue reading “A first – let’s fly away!!”

Could the answer to my ‘Why?’, at least in part, be here.

Lots to think about here, as in the statement from the Archbishops of Canterbury and York: ‘Our life is going to be less characterised by attendance at church on Sunday, and more characterised by the prayer and service we offer each day. “We may not be able to pray with people in the ways thatContinue reading “Could the answer to my ‘Why?’, at least in part, be here.”

The cruise that wasn't and the Corona virus that is

Today we should have been travelling through Iceland’s unique landscapes but, instead, I’ve been looking at empty shelves in my local Sainsbury’s… The coronavirus alerts were beginning to be felt as I left home last Thursday morning. In fact, the previous evening, on advice from someone well-informed, my Camera Club had determined that there wouldContinue reading “The cruise that wasn't and the Corona virus that is”

Homeward from the Mara

It’s nearly 11pm. I’m absolutely shattered and sitting by one of only two very small, not very well stocked coffee shops in Terminal 1C at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport waiting to board our flight home. After a full day of animal spotting and crossing searching yesterday following the river bank, we had had a pleasantlyContinue reading “Homeward from the Mara”

The Drama of a Crossing

Chris Kinoti is not a man to be beaten. His whole aim was for us to see at least one crossing during our time in the Mara. Though he did allow us brief stops to photograph the young giraffe we saw being groomed – probably by an older sibling – and the mongeese I thoughtContinue reading “The Drama of a Crossing”