My Top Ten Buildings in Hanoi

One of the things I love most about Hanoi is its architecture. It has a charm and character unlike anywhere else. Many cities in South East Asia have become all too generic, with the… Continue reading

Posing for Tet

I’ve done lots of posts in the past about the more obvious parts of Tet in Hanoi – namely the Peach branches and Kumquat trees which wizz about on motorbikes en route to… Continue reading

Hanoi’s Trees

One of the special features of Hanoi which make it such a beautiful and atmospheric city is its trees. The French introduced the western concept of boulevards lined with trees planted along the… Continue reading

Sniffing out art in Hanoi

As we are nearing the end of our time in Hanoi, I realize one of the great things about Hanoi which I haven’t shared yet is its art scene. In 1925 the French… Continue reading

A Bend in the River – The Dyke and The Bridge

  Hanoi means ‘bend in the river’, although to most visitors the river seems to barely feature in the city scape of today, in stark contrast to when the city was founded by Ly… Continue reading

Merry Christmas from Hanoi and highlights from the Isle of Man

Merry Christmas a day late! We are now back in Hanoi with baby Wilfred, while Tala has stayed behind with my parents. I will try to do a few more posts on Hanoi before… Continue reading

Barrule and the myth of Manannan

South Barrule (Barool Jiass in Manx) is the highest ‘mountain’ (a hill really at only 1,585ft) in the south of the Isle of Man. Despite not being that high, on such a small… Continue reading

Help a Nubian Hound win!

Dear followers – I need your help choosing a photo please! For the last two years, I have entered photographs of Tala for the Kennel Club ‘Dog Photographer of the Year Competition’. I figure it’s worth… Continue reading

An addition to the pack

A very belated post about my baby boy who arrived ahead of schedule on the 2nd of October! Tala and I kept walking right up until he was born. The photos below are from a… Continue reading

Beach walks on the Isle of Man

After living in crowded Hanoi for three years, a city of five million, I had thought that the hound might suffer from agoraphobia when she arrived on the Isle of Man with a… Continue reading