Category: All Journal Entries
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Knocking on Durdle Door
In the glaring sunlight, the coastal path was blindingly white and flawless, too new for this time-worn landscape. We kicked up chalk dust that coated our hair, feet and sunburnt skin. Behind us, the land stretched far and wide in leaping hills of green, only breaking at the sudden burst of blue that made Lulworth…
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The Witches’ Way
She was a general agent for the Devil in all these parts: no man escaped her, or her furies… …She lived in the Forest of Pendle, amongst this wicked company of dangerous witches. -The Wonderful Discovery of Witches in the County of Lancaster, 1613 Thomas Potts (clerk of the court) The Road Our road cut…
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A secret staircase to the Devil’s Pulpit
In the middle of the field stood a small, unassuming patch of forest. A faint trail lined with mud and stinging nettles was the only path through the trees. We followed the alluring sound of rushing water until we came face to face with the gaping mouth of a 100 ft. gorge. We inched to…
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The ravaged ruins of Buchanan Castle
The silence was deafening. There we were in the heart of wild Scotland, yet the songbirds had gone mute. Howling winds seemed to die just before they touched the surrounding trees. We had stepped into a painting – living things replaced by their lifeless reflections. An impenetrable fortress of primeval plants concealed the entrance to…
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Daily Life by the Danube
I like to write about my travels in Europe, but I’ve realised that I have neglected to record my life in Budapest. I suppose when you’re working and getting through the daily routine, it’s easy to get used to things. What was once fascinating or exciting is now my dull morning commute, and no one…
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A Romantic Road to Hallstatt, Austria
As we reached the last turn in the trail, I stopped to catch my breath. My eyes left the dirt and pebbles and took note of the sharp edge of the mountainside. It called to me, and I carefully drew near. Before me, the landscape shot out of the horizon in a frenzy of evergreen…
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Chasing Shadows in Transylvania: Romania, Part One
Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.-HP Lovecraft The big city calls your name. Its lights are alluring, completely transfixing and ultimately treacherous. In the safety of the light, the senses weaken and the mind grows dull. It’s not long before desire for adventure creeps in, and a throbbing ache to see the stars again becomes all-consuming.…
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Red buses, black cabs, and telephone boxes
From September 8-10, I explored the main tourist sights in London with my boyfriend, Patrick, before hopping on a train to his home in the East Midlands. If a city could ever be called alive, it’s London. Every street seems to have a different personality. It is the iconic big city; a world all it’s…
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In the old country: Exploring England’s Midlands
On September 8th, 2016, I visited England for the first time. Excluding all of the painful hours spent in London Heathrow over the past two years, I have never before stepped foot on English soil. As a holder of a UK passport, and the daughter of a proud Englishman, my trip to the old country was…
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The Ghost of Berlin
I don’t mean to interrupt. Your tour has been one of the best that I’ve heard. But if I may, I would like to tell my story. I am just an old man now, but I am one of the last still living who saw Hitler, and heard his speeches. I endured the propaganda of…
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