The French Diaries: Part 11 “Finding Home.”

The last time I released a blog I had just bought a ticket to England. I’m feeling a whole maze of emotions right now as I sit by the fire and type. I feel contentment and yet I am not content. I feel peaceful and yet restless. I’m searching still but it’s different this time.

The French Diaries: Part 10 “The Call of Britain!”

  Images flew across my mind as I lay back on the bed, surrounded by pristine white walls. White sand beaches, deep blue waters, the flap of sails and the shouts of someone as they jumped in the water. I could almost feel the sun on my skin. Almost.

Greetings from Edouard!

You must have heard about me through Lizbeth’s diaries, it’s probably the time to introduce myself. I grew up in a small town close to Paris called “Bouffémont”, I had a normal youth, raised in a beautiful place with a lovely family and true friends. I started working as a boat builder when I was…

The French Diaries: Part 5 “Lizbef finds a home!”

We met with Edouard’s brother and Nici at their apartment. I instantly felt incredibly welcomed by them both, sitting down, eating saucisson, drinking beers and exchanging stories until we were laughing. It was such an amazing feeling just knowing that we were starting somewhere. We wasted no time, making appointments for the very next day….

The Delos Diaries: Part 12 “It’s A New Day.”

The sun is beaming down on me on Delos as I sit with Alex and Brady on the back. I’m feeling very much at peace today, and relieved. It’s a new day. “Here you go, mate,” Brady says, clicking another button on his laptop. “There’s some good meditation on your phone now.” I take my…

The Delos Diaries: Part 9 “Naked Dune Day.”

The morning comes and Brian is excited about another day of exploring. “Ok, guys, there’s this dune we have to climb- it’s about a 3km walk there and then we climb the dune. So it’s probably about an hour and a half there and an hour and a half back. What you reckon?”

The Delos Diaries: Part 8 “The Skeleton Coast.”

I look down at the thing that has just crunched beneath my feet and take a step back quickly. “Bones…” I mutter in astonishment. The white skull beneath my foot stares back at me accusingly, the deep black holes where eyes once were sunk deeper into the sand beneath my footprint.

The Delos Diaries: Part 7 “The Ghost Town Of Luderitz.”

“It’s only seven thirty,” Alex said cheerfully. “We’ve got loads of time.” Surrounded by music and dancing people in Luderitz, I wasn’t ready to go back to Delos right now. Brady had just returned from dropping off Lisa, Karin and Brian to the boat and was ready for a couple of drinks at the Cray…

The Delos Diaries: Part 6 “Becoming a Salty Sailor.”

It’s cold, it’s dark and the blanket I’ve wrapped around my legs keeps slipping off in some way or other. I’m trying to keep my eyes open whilst making sure I’m checking radar and making sure we stay on course. I clench my jaw as I stand, the blanket falling to my feet, heat lost…