After nearly 3 years the time has come again to leave Ween behind and go off and admire some dust somewhere. This time it's Western Sahara to look at desert cave paintings and get traumatised in camel markets. Ween has come home from swimming far too many times to find me sobbing in front of the tv as walruses hurl themselves off cliffs or lemurs with broken legs are left behind to die. I'm hoping a camel will spit at me and make it less harrowing. The main thin...

Aside from me sleeping on the couch under the dog blanket, it’s been a great success. 70mph winds and torrential monsoon rain didn’t stop the zoomies on the beach. Couldn’t tell you what the Gower looks like as the weather was so bad , but the six feet we could see looked very nice. There was a dead shark to roll in and seaweed to eat (and vomit back up). This trip was already cancellled once in March as the site was snowed in- time to book again for a bett...

This little blog is dedicated to the lovely Jonathan and Cathy who thought it would be a good idea for me to test out this new template since my other old travel blog was crap. I know deep down that it’s really because they are sitting there twiddling their thumbs in glee waiting for the disaster to unfold with two delinquent hounds in a caravan for three days. I have been looking forward to it in a doomed kind of way as well as dreading this trip. Our usual do...

The last time I went to Dubai was about 15 years ago with Tim. I can't say I loved it, I seem to remember Tim being on business there and me going round boring shopping malls. I also remember meeting up with an ex boyfriend who lived out there and was full of the ex pat life. I went out with him, his wife and some of his pals and was subjected to an evening of people who thought they were far better than me. When they asked me at midnight if I wanted to go danc...

As a lot of you know, I decided on Colombia after watching a television programme of a woman abandoned in a jungle as a child and brought up by a group of little monkeys. No one believed her (except me) and she had gone back to try and prove where her monkey pals were. Choose a sticker or emoti where her monkey pals were. This sort of programme is on a par with '16 and pregnant' or '40 children with 20 women' which of course I rarely watch and then only if Unive...