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The Hotel
I haven't named this hotel or provided its precise location as most of what unfolds in this piece was far beyond the control of the people who work there. They all took immense pride in what they do and how they look after guests. Sadly, their hands are tied by the bindings of an all too familiar st of constraints. Those are, despite being owned by an international group, a lack of capital expenditure on the fabric of the building which an estate agent would describe as "tired". And the seemingly entrenched problem with the hospitality industry in the UK of not being able to hire enough staff. Or, there might well be budgetary restraints imposed from a glass and ivory tower somewhere in London or in New York.
By Alan Russellabout a month ago in Wander
The Yellow Deli - Honiton
At the eastern end of Honiton High Street is a building that is about two hundred years old and used to be a pub named âThe Red Cowâ. In 2016, after a period of neglect it was bought, repurposed, reincarnated and reopened as âThe Yellow Deliâ.
By Alan Russellabout a month ago in Wander
All Aboard the Empire Builder
My favorite place has no address. It greets you at the base of the escalator at 11:53 on a Saturday evening and can only be experienced in the liminal landscapes that stretch between its stations - first the city lights that bleed into farmland before hardening into wilder plains, and finally, the climb.
By E. B. Rowlandabout a month ago in Wander
Small Town Guide Ferndale California
Hidden in a River Valley Itâs easy for travelers on Highway 101 to pass by Ferndale, California. Five miles west of the fabled highway, the town is situated between heavily forest hills to the south; farmlands and the marshy mouth of Eel River to the north; and the Pacific Ocean to the west. The town center is nearly tucked away in the small river valley and can be barely seen from the heavily used highway
By Dean Traylorabout a month ago in Wander
The Street Walkers
Midnight came to Skyscraper Island, tiring out Jeff Roberts who recently completed strolling down Dream Street, stepping across the one-bedroom threshold, requesting female warmth. Due to that fantasy not being a reality, the young entrepreneur professionalâs computer shut down, instigating find the department store bought couch, then hinting his easy on the eyes photogenic image, heed the thought, âescape the independent waken lonelinessâ and ârest peacefullyâ.
By Marc OBrienabout a month ago in Wander










