Dry grass rustles as lizards scuttle away from the heavy-footed human padding along the road. Most of the time you don’t see them, but every so often they break cover and skitter up a wall or across the road. I … Continue reading
The road is flanked with bulrushes ten foot high. It reminds me of when I was a child and used to play in the maize fields. We weren’t supposed to do it, but we’d run in, breathless with terror, chasing … Continue reading
You can’t really better a sunny, Sunday afternoon on the beach. Well, unless, of course, you add beer, scrabble, and driftwood that looks like childhood memories. All images by Kate Bailward
Ten euros. Are you in? I’m too tired to debate whether or not I actually want to go, so just hand over the money and collapse onto the table. Natasha laughs at me. That isn’t his name, but he did … Continue reading
Middle-aged drunk woman has a party horn. It’s got silver tassles on the end, which she waggles around, watching them catch the light. As she passes the English girls she blows the horn hard and is rewarded with laughter. She … Continue reading
In the six months that I’ve been living here I’ve got to know the Calabrian section of the A3 Salerno-Reggio Calabria well. It’s a beast of a road, winding its way more than 300 miles from Naples to Reggio, taking … Continue reading
These four cackled their way the full length of the beach and back again. Beachcombers When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way … Images by Kate Bailward
I’ve received a standing ovation in New York. True story. It’s a girls’ night out. We’re all dressed up with no place to go – it’s only 9pm and the club we’re heading for doesn’t open until midnight. What to … Continue reading
On Sunday night, after a weekend of relationship dramas and resultant heavy drinking, we decide that we should give our livers a break and wind down with a quiet meal at my flat. I offer to cook lasagne and the … Continue reading
It’s Friday night, and we’re in La Marina che non c’e (the marina that isn’t). That’s actually the bar’s name. Apparently it used to be down by the sea, but there was a rockfall which meant they had to move premises. … Continue reading
