The Dawdler

Mindful wanderings

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Welcome

As a young whippersnapper I used to enjoy the thrill of jetting-off around the globe in search of the erotic, sorry, exotic. But these days as a chubby bloke in his mid-50s, with a bonkers family and work life to juggle, the adventures that I seek are a little more laidback, and a little less likely to induce a divorce/heart attack.

Therefore, in a bid to sate my adventurous (some might say eccentric) spirit, I have decided to jemmy the sofa from under my backside and start exploring the planet on foot or care of my Brompton bicycle, documenting my excursions and candid observations on this here blog.

With much focus placed on taking life easy and not kicking the arse out of it, should you feel that this sort of nonsense sounds like your sort of nonsense, feel free to read on, commenting, liking and following as you desire. If not, feel free to shove off.

Kind regards

Dan (AKA The Dawdler)

Image shows a dashing fellow sporting a fine woollen hat, standing alone on a pier-like structure in Weymouth, Dorset. The absence of any other living thing suggests that the weather was bloody awful and that any normal person was either asleep or holed up in a pub somewhere.

Image shows a rather nifty Brompton bicycle in the half-folded position, located in an archway before Hotwalls beach in Portsmouth.