Half a Mile from Russia

I do not know whether it is because of the generation I am from or whether Russia does still have a reputation of a slightly forbidden, mystical and dangerous place. I do know though that as I was driving up through Finland and started seeing sign posts to the Russian border I felt a small thrill. This became even more pronounced as I was travelling along an undulating, straight and typically Finnish road that was, according to my map no more than half a mile from the border.

I have no idea what would have happened if I had listened to the voices in my head urging me to park the car, get out and go for a ‘wander’. Would there have been three metre high fences, barbed wire, dogs and machine gun posts? I very much doubt it. If I had found my way through the lakes and bogs and undergrowth I’m sure there would have been absolutely nothing. But it was fun thinking about it.

All Memories & Vignettes

Swarm

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No Strings Attached

February 15, 2018

Knee Deep in Prayer

January 11, 2018

She Flirts With You

September 3, 2017

The other side

June 10, 2013

Lewes bonfire night

March 11, 2013

The shitting fields

April 21, 2011

Photography and smells

February 28, 2011

Five Minute Windows

April 7, 2010

Possible Next Trips

March 28, 2010

Cycling into Hungary

March 15, 2010