How My Pain to Spain Cured My Ocean Disdain
It’s surprising what’s on your doorstep. For years I thought summer travelling from England meant cheap easyJet flights to Prague, heading to St. Pancras to catch the Eurostar to Paris or driving to Wales in a beaten up Ford Fiesta with a guitar sticking out the window. But I’m from Plymouth. It’s a port. A harbour. What about travelling over water? Perhaps because I’ve never had sturdy sea legs I’ve always ...
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