Seeing the queues outside the Real Alcazar yesterday we took the precaution of prebooking a slot for today. I’m glad that we did as it was busy both inside and out.
Real Alcazar sounds like it should be a football team (at least I think so) in the same vein as Real Madrid and Real Bettis but is, in fact, an amazing Moorish palace.… Read the rest
Over breakfast this morning Helen and I were debating the weighty topic of whether to risk going out without a coat this morning. Our weather apps concurred that it was only eight degrees outside. Eight degrees in the UK in February is enough to send me running for my coat along with my hat and scarf but here it seemed a bit of overkill.… Read the rest
A familiar response when I tell people that we are off on holiday is “again?” I am aware that we go away a reasonable amount and do plan our trips away a long time in advance but nevertheless it does always strike me as an odd response.… Read the rest
Last last year I read Ken Follett’s Fall of Giants, the first novel in his Century trilogy. The book follows the fortunes of a number of families in the UK, US, Germany and Russia. One family comes from a mining community in South Wales and the story paints vivid picture of life down the mines.… Read the rest
Occasionally I do something that I do not think that I can convey the awesomeness of through my words alone. A trip to the Mini factory in Oxford is one such trip. Nevertheless I am going to give it a go.… Read the rest