“More Rakija!”, “More Rakija!” Wild cries rose from the table in the back of the dingy, smoke filled bar hidden deep behind the ageing walls of the Montenegrin town of Kotor. The Old Town Hostel had brought me to the harrowing...
The white gravestones stretch from the edge of Sarajevo’s Old Town to the fortress perched on the summit of the hill. The first few that I pass have the year 1991 engraved upon them, the next ’92, then ’93, ’94 and on and on as I climb higher...
I had made it to the top of the steps, and in front of me stood a monumental Soviet Soldier, a victory flag firmly planted into the column he proudly paraded upon, and a machine gun slung behind his back. I had already seen the statue from the city below, but up close...
I love a good lake and Plitvice National Park in Croatia is home to a staggering array of lakes. It’s a popular place to visit though, and in summer the crowds can be so fearsome you’re in danger of being forced into the water by the sheer...
Luxembourg, the crossroads of Europe. A land which doesn’t quite know if it’s French, German or some hybrid mix of it all, and a land which makes a hell of a lot of money doing whatever the hell it is they do. I went to Luxembourg City, not quite sure what...
I had heard rumours of an old, old castle, lying in the ruins of its former glory in the suburbs of Bratislava. A legendary, ancient stronghold on the Austrian border which had held Slovakia’s enemies at bay for centuries. Having eaten enough goulash to feed the...
Along the Borders chronicles my multi-year journey along Britain's borders, boundaries and frontiers. Published by Penguin Random House, and available now!
