Welcome

Since I was a young man I have liked to, er, bimble. For me the simple act of stepping out into the fresh air and just ambling, wandering and generally mooching around has become my hobby and my therapy.

Whether through town or country, I find that by perambulating over land on foot, by two-wheels or by any other form of slow transport, not only furnishes a chap with a little head-space in which they can naturally decompress, it can also provide an opportunity to observe and thus appreciate that which lies directly about them, the flora and fauna, the art and the architecture, and the chicken tikka masala with a pint of Guinness in the Spoons at 4pm on a Thursday afternoon, for example.

Therefore, as a means to promote this mindful activity to other fellows who likewise simply desire a little escapism from the ever-increasing frenetic f**kwittery of modern life, I have composed this ‘slow travel blog’ on the subject.

If this nonsense sounds like your sort of nonsense then feel free to put the kettle on, make a brew and read on. If not, feel free to shove off.

Cheers

Dan (AKA the Slow Travelling Man)

Image shows a dashing fellow sporting a fine woollen hat, standing alone on a pier-like structure in Weymouth, Dorset. The absence of any other living thing suggests that the weather was bloody awful and that any normal person was either asleep or holed up in a pub somewhere.

P.S. If you are so inclined to keep-up with my half-arsed exploits and excursions, hit the like button and perhaps follow me (obviously in a non-weirdo sort of way).