Dolphins for breakfast

Unusual, but true

It’s not often that I have dolphins for breakfast. They weren’t on the menu. But, after all, what chef in their right mind would blatantly include dolphins on the menu when supply can’t be guaranteed?

Crinan Harbour


The restaurant overlooks the vast loch. There are fantastic views across the water to the hills beyond.

I sat by the huge window, menu open on the table.

I wondered what I should have for breakfast. Some local bacon and sausages maybe; Loch Fyne kippers, freshly smoked haddock or… dolphins?… WHAT on earth were dolphins doing there? Read more »

Girls… leave those glamorous stilettos at home

Snowmobiling in Canada, it’s a good laugh

This was real fun. We stripped down to our long-johns in a communal changing room. Glamorous… NOT! Our outdoor clothing made us look like black Michelin men, and our boots like bovver-boys. There was some comfort in that, once balaclava on and goggled up, no-one could possibly identify us.

After a 45-minute driving lesson across a frozen lake, up hills, through forests and down dale, we ‘qualified’ to drive our own black beast of a Skidoo (snowmobile) to a log cabin – a two hour drive through Quebec’s white wilderness.

Skidoo-ing in Quebec

A mean machine... the skidoo, not me!

Mean machine

Controlling this fast motorbike on skis was not as easy as anticipated. It was a mean machine, powerful and with a nasty kick if you didn’t keep your eyes firmly on the narrow trail.


I tried very hard to hold back a stomach-full of giggles when a woman in front of me shot up the hill fighting her snowmobile as if bronco-busting.

When she ‘mogul-jumped’ uncontrollably down the bank off-piste, that was it. My stomach muscles gave in and my giggles exploded.

Buried in snow

Was that cruel? I don’t think she heard me – snow makes for good sound suppression.

Snowmobiling in Quebec >>

Caribbean calling

So near yet so far away

Caribbean flora

Caribbean Orchids

Here am I champing at the bit.

I’m on the verge of leaving on a three-month stint in the Caribbean and some unpronounceable volcano has to go and spit rotten ash everywhere.

I very nearly had my foot on the first rung of the plane’s ladder today, then it was whipped out from beneath me.

But let’s look at the positives…

… I’ve now got an additional week to heave that kitchen sink out of my suitcase and repack a small hand basin instead.

Watch this space for news of what I’m getting up to during the next few months in Jamaica, Nassau, the Exumas, and the Turks & Caicos islands.

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