Virginia Barton

6 October 2017: The Beacon

It can seem a bleak old world whichever way you look at it. But remarkable things do happen, and here is an instance.

5 March 2016: Taxis

Of necessity travel as been by taxi recently, lots of them, for short trips. My insatiable curiosity concerning other people’s lives and backgrounds has the driver spilling the beans in no time.

29 November 2015: St George in Bulgaria

I fear it’s too late to go to Plovdiv or Varna; and climbing the Vitosha mountain is out of the question. I did know about the fabulous and largely unspoiled churches in Bulgaria, but that’s it.

7 August 2015: Travelling

Today a friend has set off for the Altai Mountains, weighed down by luggage of nineteenth-century oddity: ancient guidebook, compass, probably a folding camp-stool, Kendal Mint Cake, aspirin. Even BH has never been that far East.

8 June 2015: Bookmarks

My Bookmarks need weeding. Scrolling down to try and find that excellent website saved to tell me the quickest way overland to Ohrid (when you decide you just can’t face Luton Airport ever again), it’s obvious there’s too much dross.

23 May 2015: Tea for two

Buckthorn, which I have always associated with the sea as a sort of wind-blasted shrub, has berries that are crammed with vitamins. The tea is a valuable antidote to sore throat and colds.

18 May 2015: Now you see me…

If the mouse is away the cat will get up to all sorts. One might say I hit the ground running, or perhaps stumbling — and made a nonsense in the photo shop. Yes it still rankles; I pride myself on never allowing modern gizmos to defeat me.

11 May 2015: Celebrations

Try saying the name “Videniskiai”: for an Anglo-Saxon of nearly eighty years it was an almost insurmountable challenge which I got round by British mumbling. How cross my mother would have been! “Do speak up dear, no-one can hear if you mumble into your bosom.”

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