I hit fifty this year, incredibly enough as I thought I was still nineteen. The doctor casually informed me the other week that I'd 'have to start being careful', though he didn't specify about what. If he was referring to drinking then he can bugger off,
+ more bio informationFour hundred years ago it would have been the smell of grilled heretics rather than croissants wafting to my nostrils in the Zocodover Plaza. Times have moved on of course, but even these days in Toledo some of the darker aspects of Spain's exotic some might say benighted imperial past cling to the older buildings like the s... More..
I'm standing on a narrow, cobbled street in London, looking up at a blackened corpse hanging in a gibbet. This guy must have done something pretty diabolical, like steal a loaf of bread, or perhaps he even insulted the Bishop. It was probably the latter, because the Bishop's palace is just a few hundred yards down the street... More..
The massive barbican broods like the wreck of a mythic hero, brought to his knees by time but still a commanding presence, keeping a watchful eye on the village that has changed out of all recognition in the seven hundred years that they have both stood here. Beyond its battlements, the North Sea churns in winter storm and a... More..
For anyone who loves Sir Walter Scott, Abbotsford is a place of pilgrimage. I arrived there on a drizzly afternoon in early September, crushing sodden leaves underfoot and tightening my scarf against a gale. The ground was like a sponge, and dark clouds that could have been painted by Constable rolled across the sky. On such... More..
David Elliott
London, Middlesex GB
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