I first encountered Dresden as a teenager. It was the sweltering summer of 1992 and my parents had made the brave decision of spending their holiday driving from Manchester to…
It had been our first European winter for quite a while and, by mid-January, I was done with grey skies and below zero temperatures. I just needed a little bit…
We were five minutes into our taxi journey to the station when my toddler began to squirm. Knowing the warning signs, I dived into my bag looking for a snack,…