thewanderingfellows

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

When you’re a kid, everything is interesting. The world is a dazzling kaleidoscope of color and images. Each day is filled with curiosity and wonder. Sometimes I find myself missing that part of me. As we age, we naturally become more cynical. At some point we let go of that child-like view of the world,…