Europe – Page 9 – The Curious Traveller

A London Walk From Victoria to Richmond Park

Published on October 7, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel LishmanLeave a comment

What I loved most about Canberra was being able to hike and bike almost every weekend. Within twenty minutes’ drive in any direction of the city lies an unadulterated, kangaroo-ridden countryside.

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A Weekend Hiking In The Peak District

Published on September 22, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman4 Comments

I was actually sunburnt. I’d expected to spend the weekend coping with such British staples as a sopping wet tent inner, blistered feet from drenched socks and that guilt we get from just wanting to give up and walk into the nearest hotel.

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A Weekend At The Bog Snorkel Championships

Published on September 7, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman5 Comments

I’ve always admired elite athletes. When I was younger I dreamed that maybe, one day, I would make it. That dream died…

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The Past Reconstructed In St Fagans, Wales

Published on August 10, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman3 Comments

In a small village on the outskirts of Cardiff, the past is not quite as it seems. When you walk into this outdoor National History Museum, you’re taken back in time.

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Hiking A In Welsh Winter Wonderland

Published on July 13, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman14 Comments

Having recently returned from the famous, snow-covered landscapes of Mongolia, Eastern Siberia and Moscow, I wasn’t expecting much. When I heard that Pen-Y Fan had recently succumbed to a spattering of the white stuff, I smirked: “We’ll see”.

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Scaling London’s O2 Arena In Greenwich

Published on July 6, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman1 Comment

One of my favourite films as a child was Mary Poppins. I remember enjoying the songs, costumes and Dick Van Dyke’s cockney accent.

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A Day Out In Brighton, England

Published on June 23, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman9 Comments

Everyone knows the saying. As the UK saw the hottest day of 2014 so far, the media frenzied and so did the general public.

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Cyclists Only For Porquerolles Island In France

Published on June 14, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman11 Comments

We pulled out to sea from behind an angular fortress. Minutes later, white water frothed up the sides of the boat and sharp morning rays glared down on my back.

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All The Wonderful Colours Of Provence, France

Published on June 7, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman12 Comments

If Provence were splashed over an artist’s palette, huge dollops of ochre, greens and blues would run into each other, punctuated by bright dots of violet, yellow and deep, blood red.

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A Dream Come True At Monaco’s F1 Grand Prix

Published on May 31, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman4 Comments

I watched my first Grand Prix in 1993. Dad and I sat prostrate on the sofa of our French apartment, digesting a leisurely mediterranean Sunday lunch of mozzarella salad and copious amounts of baguette.

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What I loved most about Canberra was being able to hike and bike almost every weekend. Within twenty minutes’ drive in any direction of the city lies an unadulterated, kangaroo-ridden countryside.

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I was actually sunburnt. I’d expected to spend the weekend coping with such British staples as a sopping wet tent inner, blistered feet from drenched socks and that guilt we get from just wanting to give up and walk into the nearest hotel.

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I’ve always admired elite athletes. When I was younger I dreamed that maybe, one day, I would make it. That dream died…

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In a small village on the outskirts of Cardiff, the past is not quite as it seems. When you walk into this outdoor National History Museum, you’re taken back in time.

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Having recently returned from the famous, snow-covered landscapes of Mongolia, Eastern Siberia and Moscow, I wasn’t expecting much. When I heard that Pen-Y Fan had recently succumbed to a spattering of the white stuff, I smirked: “We’ll see”.

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One of my favourite films as a child was Mary Poppins. I remember enjoying the songs, costumes and Dick Van Dyke’s cockney accent.

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Everyone knows the saying. As the UK saw the hottest day of 2014 so far, the media frenzied and so did the general public.

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We pulled out to sea from behind an angular fortress. Minutes later, white water frothed up the sides of the boat and sharp morning rays glared down on my back.

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If Provence were splashed over an artist’s palette, huge dollops of ochre, greens and blues would run into each other, punctuated by bright dots of violet, yellow and deep, blood red.

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I watched my first Grand Prix in 1993. Dad and I sat prostrate on the sofa of our French apartment, digesting a leisurely mediterranean Sunday lunch of mozzarella salad and copious amounts of baguette.

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