"Okay, Okay", I said, I admit it, I did say that, but I've changed."
Since that encounter with my friend that evening, I've thought about it for a while and decided that it was about time to own up and put the record straight.
|Helen and Rachel - my CELTA college friends at a recent lunch in Norwich|
|I'll let you make your own caption for this one.( It was the middle of the afternoon in Reggio St Emilia in Italy!)|
|Oxford Canal - Warwickshire|
After years of snootily rejecting this new technology, I finally succumbed when I remembered the emptiness of travelling without anything substantial to read. Even the the smallest book in my cycle panniers added too much weight to my bike and I missed reading so much when I was away in Europe.
|Seeing double- Rugby Library|
e-readers are a godsend for travellers like me; not only when I cycle but also because of the strangling weight restrictions and the piggy-bank-emptying excess luggage charges of flying. Being able to store over 2000 books on this little white marvel (it comes in black, and other colours too!) and being slim and small enough to take up no more room than having an extra large map in your bag, is a joy.
|You'll never be out of work if you're a Brussels window cleaner!|
|One to watch- Thai student jockey trying it out on a recent outing to|
Newmarket Horse Racing Museum
|Ruins of Pella near Thessaloniki in Greece - Alexander's birth place|
and where he grew up before setting out in his early twenties on his conquests
But I feel more complete when I travel now with this e-marvel in my bag. I hope real books will forgive me - I haven't eschewed them altogether - I've just diverted for a while - I will be reunited with them one day. Whether the staff in my local bookshop will ever forgive me is another matter. When having my regular coffee in Waterstones, I now have to dodge the suspicious and admonishing looks of the staff, as I snatch a quick read of my Kobo under the table while pretending to do up my shoe laces; their dissaproval evident when they discover what I'm doing by slamming the coffee cup down on my table in disgust.
|steps to a house in Renoir's home village of Essoyes in France|
|the obligatory sunrise photo - Sunrise in Suffolk|
(all photographs and text are the copyright of Deborah Anne Brady (c) all rights reserved: 2012)