The next instalment of You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Till It’s Gone will come…but not yet. I want to be reunited with my notebook and I’m away travelling. I’ve forgotten some names. Every time I write one of these posts I’m reminded how useful it’s been to keep travel notebooks (I highly recommend it and it’s never too late to start). Names, in particular, drop away but also entire characters, conversations and large sections of journeys. Sometimes I can recall an image, maybe of a street or a room, then a line in the notebook will detonate something and other debris rises to the surface and stitches itself together. Sometimes there’s a bit of reconstruction: it is like restoring an old building. I do like ruins. Here’s a few from recent trips. Any guesses where? Three different locations.
answers…
Atlas Mountains Morocco
Ribeira Sacre region in Galicia, Spain
Clun Castle, Welsh Marches