It’s a common misconception amongst potential travellers, that to find enlightenment or fulfilment of your inner-self, you have to avoid the so called ‘trodden path’.

Firstly, The path is there for many reasons. Regardless of its route, you will find it generally safe, and with like minded people along the same trail, you will have fun. So you can say to those who scorn you for doing the ever so popular routes, that if there was something else worth seeing, the money generated from tourism would create a brand new path of which to traverse down.

If it isn’t trodden before you, stop, there’s probably a very good reason..

More and more I read about people exploring far off parts of the Arctic, or flying over the central Australian outback and naming un-named things as they stop for lunch. But all of these stories carry the same trend, you have to be extremely wealthy to be able to afford to undertake this kind of travel.

With a guide book and no set itinerary it’s a wonderful feeling waking up in the morning not knowing what awaits you. The situations that you come across and the lessons you take from it are all individual. I have many tales about places I’ve been and people I’ve met. And I’ve met people who have been to the same places as me and taken all kinds of different memories  from looking at the very same thing.

For those who walk the route of several million backpackers around Asia and Australia every year, like I did many moons ago, take heart in being one of those several million. But for me the path doesn’t end when you board the plane home.

You take with it your very own experiences and stories, knowledge and understanding of the world. That knowledge you put into practice and the path you proceed along, is truly yours and yours alone. Your’ll be making the first tracks in the dust, and be aware, it will never be trodden again.



In September 2013 I began a new career of teaching pre-school children in Prague. Although this new path has limited my time for focusing on my next book, it has given me the chance to write songs and poems for the children that I teach.

I have already mentioned the hardship of leaving children when you become attached, and this will be hard at the end of the school year in June, when most of my class will leave for primary school.

Leave as they must, I’ll be happy that with them they take a song or two that I wrote with them in mind. Here are my favorite songs  for these young boys and girls.


You can sail upon the Ocean,

You can sail upon the Sea,

A song to remember all the names of these,

Atlantic, Pacific, Indian and Southern,

The cold of the Arctic too,

All of the oceans and all of the seas,

Shimmer a shiney blue.


We have the Planets and the Stars, Jupiter and Mars,

We have the rivers and the seas, the plants and the trees,

We have the animals and birds, butterflies and bees,

We have our toys to lend, and best of all we have our friends.


I had a little fishie,

She climbed into a tree,

She ate all the bananas

So she could look like me.

A million years went by,

A million starry skies,

Now she’s counting fingers

And she can count to five.


With our Christmas concert just around the corner, we’ll be writing together again for this special time of year.


Before I confine my latest travelling moleskin to the back of a deep drawer, I thought you might be interested in what was inside it. Tell me if I’m wrong!

The sun it rises and west it goes
The wind it blows and blows and blows
The rain it falls and feeds the ground
The grass it grows and grows and grows
The waves they crash and crush the coast
The moon it glows and glows and glows


As I stop and listen I hear a bird, a cry
The ocean laughter and the sand at my feet
The wind on my cheek, the heat on my back
I can taste the air, a bbq far away
The salt on my lips and the stares I attract
I hold my white stick and I’m gone


The clouds aren’t even moving
There’s no wind in the sky
Just sat there motionless
As I stare with my eye.

The sun turns them pink
The silver lining shining
A childs drawn rain house
Looking down and smiling


Trial and error till the size fits
Feel the terror of my two fists
Sports and punching inside the ring
Play to the bell wait for the ding


Shop shop get it quick
3 days left burn the wick
Quicker quicker run to the till
Christmas time over the hill
Toys toys for little boys
Shrills and frills for little girls


I never knew your name as we played your silly game
Running down the lane with a bucket full of rain
Playing our silly game we ran down the lane
With a bucket full of rain you whisper to me your name
Running down the lane with a bucket full of rain
I remembered your name playing that silly game
With a bucket full of rain I shouted out your name
Playing a silly game walking down our lane.

That’ll do for now. Enjoy. xx


We are constantly reading about global warming and fed numbers that sound like a London bankers bonus. Numbers that most of us just see as big!

But a study has emerged warning that Chinas’ major cities are outsourcing their CO2 emissions to the poorer reigons, bare in mind we have been outsourcing our pollution to China for decades.

In the past, reports linking global warming with China, have thrown figures around like “2 billion tonnes of coal”, “one third of the worlds CO2 emissions” and we are expected to look at China as a power hungry, dirty, problematic country that needs to be resolved.

China today—like the other fast-growing mega-nations, especially India—is obsessed with growth. Slowing it down seems impossible. Fueling that growth requires evermore burning of dirty fossil fuels, which turn skies into haze and light rivers on fire.

This new study is suggesting, it is up to us as buyers of everything Chinesse that needs to change if China is to change it’s current trend of CO2 emmisons.

The abundance of cheap produce from China has led to a “throwaway culture”, said Dabo Guan from the University of Leeds, UK, who worked on the paper.

We as the consumer have the power over China, not politicans or even themselves, to see change and reduce omissions in CO2 and world behaviour.


In the world of publishing and self-promotion, every one needs a break. I gave myself just that and entered my first book ‘The Waiting Room’ into the Self Published book awards hosted by Chapter One Promotions. Along with sending the books, you are required to add a self addressed postcard to be returned on receipt of your books being delivered. I did just that and rather cheeky too, here is mine:

Self Addressed Postcard.

Postcard to myself.


Working as a seasonnaire, with the snow capped mountains as your play ground; it is easy to lose respect for the countless peaks and valleys that we call home.

February half term is one of the busiest times on the piste, as schools close across Europe, families escape to the fresh mountain air for their annual migration to the slopes.Remote Church at Monal

As this is the case, we picked up snow shoes and hiked away from the crowds. As Duchess Kate Middleton was pictured walking in the Alps earlier this year, if it’s good enough for Royalty, then it’s good enough for us to escape the queues, explore the local mountains and regain the respect that the mountains deserve.

Our first hike took uView on route to Monals to the lost village of Monal high upon the mountains. The only path in the summer is a Lunch Break at Monalcart track that ends 500 metres from the village centre. The path in the winter is a one and a half hour hike from the valley below. The hamlet has similar status of ‘World Heritage’ and is a world away from Après Ski. The whole scene exemplifies the hardship of winter and portrays the mountains as truly unpredictable, as not 200 metres from the village centre an avalanche has slipped, this time without consequence, but as a reminder the mountains are in control.

Our second walkAlong the empty paths to Monal took us to the bottom of the Tignes dam. With an access road to the ski resort of Tignes planted on top of the dam, it somehow loses its mystical power. A walk along the narrow valley below shows again the might of the mountains. Man’s intervention Tignes Dammay hold back countless cubic metres of water, but nature herself shows us who has the power on this short walk. With the fresh snow dotted with rocks the size of paving slabs the walk is intimidating at best. As the melting snow creeps into every crevasse and freezes, breaking apart not only the cliffs above but also the access road underneath our feet, every step has to be well thought out. Ice fall 10 metres highThe stunning ice falls, attacked by the warming weather, are a danger that creak and crack in the afternoon sun.

A safe return from both walks brings a revised view of our surroundings. Something that was easily lost by taking the Gondola and ski lifts every day.