Just some words
Nick Bibby

Journeys continue long after we stop moving, but there are moments just as we arrive in a place that all of us get to be explorers. It’s almost two weeks since I walked out of Toronto airport and towards a long overdue bed. But that was not the end of the journey, I was just witnessing it from the receiving end. Previously-arranged meetings and a cascade of the mundane but necessary – unpacking the bags I had brought with me, equipping the flat I’d arranged before leaving, co

In a journey interrupted by IT meltdowns, delays and baggage confusion, I had a chance to enjoy the places that nobody calls home.

Several years ago, I was invited to judge a high school debate for some TV gig. The venue for this great clash of young minds was the Beacon Arts Centre in the Scottish coastal town of Greenock. It was a reasonably early start, so I had the pleasure of a Greenock Bed and Breakfast the night before. Being me, I woke up late and desperately tried to wolf down some breakfast before a tiring day of sitting on my arse. The B&B was of that type that seems permanently about to die o

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