Arbroath & The End of the World

I coast gently downhill from Arbroath station, the sea air kissing my cheeks in welcome as a cheerful little harbour comes into view. I know virtually nothing about this place, aside from a few brief mentions in some Alexander McCall Smith books, but my immediate impressions could not be more favourable! The sunshine never hurts,…

Portugal, Where It’s Warm

Sitting on a concrete bench outside an ugly, under-construction airport and staring out at passing cabs, I stretch my arms luxuriously over my head with a sigh of contentment. After vacillating between frozen and moderately chilled for the past 3 or 4 months I can’t even believe how good this 23 degree air feels! For…