The Irresponsible Traveller

First-hand destination reports, news and editorial

  • Malta

    Malta

    A couple of weeks ago I was in Malta for the British Guild of Travel Writers’ AGM. I was curious to see how the islands had evolved since my last visit.

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  • Fire Engine for Ukraine

    Fire Engine for Ukraine

    Firstly, very many thanks to all those who have already donated to my Ukraine Fire Engine fundraiser. Combining direct and JustGiving amounts, I’m near £6,000 (over £6,500 as of 11/4/23), not far from the target of £8,000. All being well, it looks like I’ll be setting off for Lviv in May. Ukraine is suffering an

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  • Dispatches – Collected Travel Stories 2008 – 2012

    Dispatches – Collected Travel Stories 2008 – 2012

    Hardly an auspicious time to launch a travel book, but then again many of us are looking for some kind of diversion. A note of caution: this book won’t change your life – only you can do that, ‘gorgeous’ is not anywhere employed as an adjective, and if you’re obsessive about a ‘sense of place’

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  • À la recherche du temps perdu

    À la recherche du temps perdu

    I just came across a collection of images from 2017, a trip to Champagne with the British Guild of Travel Writers. Rather than just share them with my mother I thought I’d post them here. As well as the obvious alcoholic attributes of Champagne, part of the region is known for its wooden church architecture,

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  • Timbuktu and Bust

    Timbuktu and Bust

    Journalist, Eugene Costello and I are driving from the UK (North Shields…) to Bamako, Mali, a distance of over 4,100 miles, departing 26th December. Our planned route traverses Europe, taking a ferry from Spain into Morocco, then heads south, across the deserts of Western Sahara and Mauritania, into Senegal and finally crosses into Mali around

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  • Chicken Telly

    Chicken Telly

    My laptop’s on.  I’ve chucked another log on the stove. Outside on the windowsill two chickens dibble amongst their feathers, pause, press against the window, extend their necks and stare in, pecking at spots of dirt on the glass. Tap. tap, tap, tap… My inbox proffers a couple of press trip invitations.  Both are vaguely

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