Galapagos National Park
January: the month of return-to-work blues, the New Year detox, the attempt not to break…
January: the month of return-to-work blues, the New Year detox, the attempt not to break…
Travel writer Paul Joyce takes to the high seas for a virgin trip from Venice to Athens, by way of Dubrovnik. Armed with camera and notepad, he haggles, snaps and pens his way through a velocious Venetian adventure.
Known as the birthplace of the Italian Renaissance and historical home to the powerful Medici…
The white truffle is one of the most heralded and expensive foodstuffs on the planet. Sophie McLean explores the rugged landscape of Piedmont for the annual truffle fair, in search of the finest foods, wines and Italian white gold.
Two Ladies in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Bugs): Miss York never thought she would sit in a canoe, let alone row one. But with no other mode of transport to get across Lake Bled to the island church, she found herself sticking her oar in.
The Dorset Downs in the swing of summer is a glorious place to be; even better when you have the company of an old friend. But Joyce and AP found that a wander through the woods can become a haunting stroll along memory lane.
“Keep your heart in the suitcase and your eyes on the road,” were Paul Joyce’s parting comments about visiting Ireland as he left the office with a weekend case in one hand and his trusty camera in the other. The Galway Arts Festival had piqued his interest to return to the land of his ancestral roots; from Chekhov to Matisse to the resplendent Ashford Castle, the romance of Galway was hard to resist.
Written and illustrated by Paul Joyce.
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