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An old lady emerged from the trees and hobbled towards us as we waited at the barrier. She must have heard our campervan engine.

My husband, Dave, drove our RV to meet some of our friends in Morro Bay for a three-day vacation. I really wasn’t sure I even wanted to go, you know, one ocean looks the same as another. So to speak.

Driftwood antlers lie abandoned on the leaf-duned forest floor; from the chiaroscuro of dappled woodland, a sepia smudge slowly crystallizes into deconstructed hart: damp mushroom nose, a furtive snuffling in...

As though traversing invisible tight ropes our arms flailed wildly as the force of the current pushed the water high up over our thighs and the rounded boulders of the river bed rolled treacherously beneath our bruised bare feet.

“Maybe we should pull in here”, my girlfriend suggested. “Hmmm, I can’t imagine they’d have a petrol station”, I pessimistically retorted.

Jo and I hitched out of Marsabit on the back of an overloaded goods lorry. The road, if you can call it that, was a faint trail cut through a desolate, rocky moonscape. We bounced around for twelve hours like the sacks...

All around was perfect like a picture postcard. I was in the beautiful ski resort of St Anton in Austria. It was everything I’d ever dreamt of. Skiing had always been there in my mind as potentially the ideal...

The man came rushing toward us across the piazza at a dead run, hissing curses at every breath and pulling back his clenched fist as he drew near. My husband stepped forward and assumed a position to engage him.

It was a lovely time for a cruise, cold weather outside and the promise of warm weather to come as we headed down the coast. Loaded up with baggage, we took off for the Baltimore Harbor, full of expectation.