A hundred metres or so up the hill, Crispian gasped, “Ok, let’s take a break.” He sat down on the rocks without waiting for me to reply ( Read more... )

Part of a long overdue account of my Europe trip.It’s 4.00am in Vienna, but my mind remains stubbornly awake. I’ve been tossing and turning like a pancake over a slow flame for the past 4 hours, but my reneging body feels like flinging itself out of bed, into some clothes and onto the street for breakfast, only it’s pitch black outside and I had my ( Read more... )