Tales of intrepid adventures, lists of things and commentary on pop culture by a self-effacing 21-year old explorer frustrated by selfishness, interviews and queuing. Tuesday, November 21, 2006. After days spent walking up waterfalls and driving down winding, narrow country valleys it was nice to relax in our gorgeous hotel, complete with four poster beds.

The further adventures of Corri Barba. Russell Plows, operatic impresario. The temporary lair of the Invisible Man. Milly fell into the wardrobe. You cant beat the system. Wednesday, 27 October 2010. Yesterday I went to the circus.

Two rank amateurs walk across England in November. It was warm and the beer tasted lovely and soothing, and with darkness falling outside we lapsed into sporadic, sleepy silences. Presently a family, or possibly the conglomeration of a couple of families, spewed across the big table next to us, and promptly murdered our already sparse conversation.