At Bertram’s Hotel*

In Abroad.  Staying in a charming little Art Deco hotel.  Could be in an Agatha Christie novel.  Manage not to get murdered in the night, which is good.   Am writing this in the hotel courtyard where there are olive trees.  “Look: they’ve got olives on them.  Put that in the blog,” Mum says. We […]

Kitty Hawk And The Curse of The Yukon Gold*

The joy of airports.  Airport is empty, apart from three flights all going to our destination.   “Two of the check in desks are broken so they’re opening another one,” brother says, when he returns from investigating what-seems-to-be-the-problem. “Don’t push in front of us,” says the man next to us, in a very rude voice. […]