A beautiful interlude. It's raining as I leave for Lake Bled but the autumn colours are only enhanced by the rain, everything varnished...

History up close and personal. Alone again. The daughter has left on her journeying and I'm off to Fez, the name that conjures up...

We arrived to autumnal air, crisp at the edges and cooling to our souls and bodies. Now I know why Italians escape to the mountains. Our...