• Travel

    Church with the Witch's Hat

    It is a gloriously nippy day because we have driven up north to Yorkshire for the weekend. A walk in the green, green dales can only do us good, right? We drove last night for about four hours and passed through Derbyshire. Descending the hilly roads in the county, a crooked spire much like the twisty hat of a witch loomed up ahead. For me, the market town of Chesterfield has become synonymous with its crooked spire. One Samuel Bromley even wrote a few lines for it in the mid-19th century. “Its ponderous steeple, pillared in the sky,     Rises with twist in pyramidal form,     And threatens danger to the…

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    Weekend Vintage Browsings

    Hope you are having a wonderful Sunday, folks! I am chilling at home after a busy weekend of V&A browsing and catching up with friends in London. And of course, nothing feels happier than raking up travel memories with these pretty postcards that were stashed into a tin box. You cannot neglect them for long.

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    Anacapri Vs Capri

    A thousand-year-old pathway unfolded before us. Through the ancient Greek quarter of Capri with its maze of whitewashed houses, lemon gardens and small vineyards, we walked under an unrelenting sun. A wall of craggy cliffs loomed ahead of us and my husband, squinting in the harsh glare of the sun, espied a carriageway zigzagging its way up. “This is not happening. We are not climbing all the way up,” he stated, with some vehemence. Then, he proceeded to stand in the middle of the path and refused to budge. “I see. I shall carry on and you better make your way back to the bus stop. Wait two hours. That…