Giovanni Battista Bugatti - what a name, eh? It sounds like the kind of bloke you’d expect to sell you a fine bottle of chianti or offer unsolicited advice about your olive oil. But no - our man Bugatti wasn’t swirling wine or chasing goats in the hills. He was the official executioner for the … Continue reading Mastro Titta: Pope’s Little Helper with a Big Sword
Category: Places
Langcliffe: A Quiet Benediction in Stone and Fur
Another little jaunt today as I round off my short stay in the Dales. Today we took tea not in the grand halls of empire, nor beneath the cloisters of cloaked abbots, but in the altogether finer establishment of the Langcliffe Village Hall, where the china clinks not in diplomatic negotiation but in defence of … Continue reading Langcliffe: A Quiet Benediction in Stone and Fur
The Old Music Hall and Miss Victoria’s Garden
No need to worry, I’m not turning this blog into a travel journal, but.. A reflection on Victoria Hall, Settle – by a sentimental wanderer with a taste for cake and Gothic revivalism Settle, in the UK, as any weary pilgrim of the Dales knows, has more than its fair share of charm. There are … Continue reading The Old Music Hall and Miss Victoria’s Garden
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