The smell of pine needles. Wood smoke. Oiled timber to protect the wooden chalets against the elements. Sunshine. Rain. Wind. Cheese. Chocolate. Scary, really scary,…
We arrived in the Black Forest in a fine mist-rain and a thick fog hanging over the roads and the forest. It is clear where…
Goodbye London. You’ve been good to us! We’ve quit our jobs, sold our awesome house, and put our belongings on a ship en route to…