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Waste A View
I ride the elevator up to the top floor of the hotel, a cool breeze hitting me from an open doorway leading the stairwell balcony. Leaning against the railings, I soak in the remnants of the breeze, the afternoon sun sitting overhead, the thermometer climbing to 33°C as Summer strikes in full swing. Looking around…
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Nesebar Memoire
Joining the usual tourism-related opportunities, such as hotel and bar work, owning a gift shop or a supermarket, transport is a thriving business opportunity for the budding entrepreneur in Bulgaria. Sunny Beach boasts a plethora of ways to see the sites, from private taxi firms calling at you on street corners and at bus stops,…
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Shimmer On The Rocks
The late afternoon sun sits low in the sky as I walk the South-West Coastal Path, bringing me down into the picturesque harbour of Charlestown, Saint Austell. Cirrus and Cumulus clouds speckle a rich, pale blue Summer sky, a veritable swimming pool for the clouds to float through and enjoy. Lined with pastel-painted stone fisherman’s…
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Soar The Shore
I brush my way through whisps of white cirrus cloud. My wigs glide effortlessly through the air. The wind brings the turbulent flicks of ruffled feathers. I look down on all I survey. The specs of people milling through the crowded streets. The rippling waters of the River Camel, lapping at the weathered stone harbour…
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Harbour A Dream
The bells of Padstow Church (St. Petroc’s) ring out throughout the town, signalling the upcoming start to their Sunday morning service. From my perch along South Quey road, I marvel at the sights and sounds filling these idyllic streets. A small crowd of tourists gather around the harbour slipway, children dipping their crabbing nets into…
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Beautiful Beautiful
‘Cause Holy Cow I Love Your Eyes.And Only Now I See The Light.Yea Lying With You Half Awake.Oh Anyway.It’s Looking Like A Beautiful Day. I roll back over to face you, moonlight soaking through the blinds, casting an evangelical glow on your silhouette outline. A string of fairy lights glistens their orange glow, shattered remnants…
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One Of The Buoys
Cumulus clouds speckle the sky above, the deep blue of an afternoon’s sky in the full grasp of summer. Below a sky made from aqua and cotton wool sits Saundersfoot Harbour, Pembrokeshire. Trailer sailors and outboard motor-bound day boats bob idly in the low tide, moored and anchored offshore. The gentle enclosed waters offered by…
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Ships That Pass In The Night
The waves tumble over themselves and spill onto the sand of Newton Beach, the ever-approaching flood tide claiming the land for the evening. I hop across the rockpool barefoot, my yellow Converse waiting patiently for me to return, kicked off in a rush further up the beach. I forge ahead, eyes darting between the terrain…