

“We’ve got two girls here from Dublin in Ireland, so we’ll be expecting them to lead the sing-song”. Paul, the tour guide had memorised everyone’s home cities. And suddenly, at that moment, it was a dangerous time to be Irish… As the bus departed the Albert Dock it was as…
The Travel Edits Christmas tree is not colour coordinated. It does not showcase a perfect display of tiered bows. Or strategically placed baubles. Or vertically strung lights. It is more interesting than that. The Travel Edits tree is a jumble of bells, cones, cats, gingerbread men, angels and even eggs. There…
“And then finally, we will make… a mole.” Oscar, our smiley, softly-spoken chef had just gone through the suggested menu for today’s cookery lesson. A shudder rippled around the dining table. “No more mole” was the consensus in the class. Mole for breakfast. Mole for lunch. Mole for dinner. We…