The summer of 2014 was the summer of our discontent. Not that anyone would ever lay claim to that dubious title. It was a curious confluence...

It was the end of our journey; Paris to Nice. Two weeks abroad the Provence as we sailed lazily down the Saone and then the Rhone River...

There was a great English film that came out in 1962 entitled ‘The loneliness of the long distance runner.’ It was based on a series of s...