Positano

Dappled, glittering sunlight, palpable warmth in streams, almost liquid, flowing yellowly across sunscreened skin. A smile, dazed, content in sober drunkenness. Sand, warm and soft, stretching away on either side to coloured houses tumbling up the cliffs; bright coral in the open air, connected by vine-entwined streets. The rocks sheer down to the cool waterline …

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Kochi

We’d been walking for over an hour in loops and circles through labyrinthine walkways, our sandals and feet covered in dry dust from the narrow stone streets; our modest, sensible clothes stuck to the sweat on our bodies. The air was a haze of smoke, petrol and incense, sometimes so pervasive that I had trouble …

NZ

In my mind lasts the resounding, echoing images of New Zealand that bring tears to my eyes. I miss it as I would a person - a lover, perhaps, with whom I've had to part. It's beauty in its grandeur, its calm, humble strength, its warmth and its biting cold. The landscape that crescendoes and …