For those kind souls who are regular readers of my blog, you’ll be well aware of my great admiration for Andalucía. Its white washed...

Sounds like the title of a classic Spaghetti Western eh? Not quite but you’re on the right lines. Ditch moonshine round campfires for...

I Thomas Whittam won the VC But what of the rest of the fighting Burnley, Left in the fields and trenches to rot Those that came home...

This afternoon whilst driving around the magical island of Crete I came across the Suda Bay War Cemetery. Nestled on the outskirts of...

It’s often difficult and almost always unfair to judge a place when it’s raining. For that reason and that reason alone, we hopped on the...

Here’s to Joseph Finnigan. My Great Great Grandfather. A fine footballer in his youth he trialed with Burnley in 1906, before rumblings...

The Benito Villamarín A two hour train ride from Malaga, itself one of Western Europe’s oldest cities and a fine one at that, followed...

I There’s a fine old town in high Tamil That’s perched amidst its verdant hills, A tribal land that oft changed hands Once grand Tipu’s...