Today it is a pleasure to feature another two travel highlights from Robyn Boswell. Thank you for all your support this year Robyn and best of luck in the competition.
If you are thinking of entering this year's competition then you have just over a week left to get your entry or entries submitted. You can find out more details here.
If you are thinking of entering this year's competition then you have just over a week left to get your entry or entries submitted. You can find out more details here.
Frosty Morning, Scotland
The trees have sung the songs of autumn and now their bare, blackened fingers claw at the silver sky. Grass crunches under my feet and I brush swirls of white off the heather bushes lining the path. The long-horned red beasties by the fence breathe clouds into the frigid air and shake the snow out of their shaggy coats. I reach the tiny loch, ready to try my first ever step on a frozen pond. One step and a boom echoes through the still air as a crack opens up right across the loch. I jump back – not this time!
The trees have sung the songs of autumn and now their bare, blackened fingers claw at the silver sky. Grass crunches under my feet and I brush swirls of white off the heather bushes lining the path. The long-horned red beasties by the fence breathe clouds into the frigid air and shake the snow out of their shaggy coats. I reach the tiny loch, ready to try my first ever step on a frozen pond. One step and a boom echoes through the still air as a crack opens up right across the loch. I jump back – not this time!
St Mark’s Square, Venice 1975
In awe to actually be in the magnificence of St Mark’s Square, we gather together in a huddle around our guide, Bill. None of us notices the elderly gentleman hovering on the edges of our group. Bill continues extolling the virtues and history of this fascinating, ancient city. Finally he announces “Venice is sinking at the rate of a few centimetres a year.”
The elderly gent pushes through the crowd, clenches his fist, waves it in Bill’s face. His voice rises in anger. “Veneeze is not a-sinking! Veneeze is not a-sinking!”
His words still echo down through the years.
In awe to actually be in the magnificence of St Mark’s Square, we gather together in a huddle around our guide, Bill. None of us notices the elderly gentleman hovering on the edges of our group. Bill continues extolling the virtues and history of this fascinating, ancient city. Finally he announces “Venice is sinking at the rate of a few centimetres a year.”
The elderly gent pushes through the crowd, clenches his fist, waves it in Bill’s face. His voice rises in anger. “Veneeze is not a-sinking! Veneeze is not a-sinking!”
His words still echo down through the years.
Robyn Boswell New Zealand
I live in the spectacular far north of New Zealand surrounded by the beautiful South Pacific Ocean. My family have lived here since the earliest days of settlement in New Zealand. I love to travel and have been fortunate to have had the opportunity to travel to many corners of our wonderful planet. However, my heart always draws me back to the South Pacific. I have chronicled my trips through scrapbooking and journal writing so my memories are always with me.
I live in the spectacular far north of New Zealand surrounded by the beautiful South Pacific Ocean. My family have lived here since the earliest days of settlement in New Zealand. I love to travel and have been fortunate to have had the opportunity to travel to many corners of our wonderful planet. However, my heart always draws me back to the South Pacific. I have chronicled my trips through scrapbooking and journal writing so my memories are always with me.
