https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/discovering-my-doorstep-kingdom daily 0.75 2026-04-06 https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/discovering-my-doorstep-kingdom/the-beginning monthly 0.5 2026-03-25 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/3decb0a6-27e6-490d-950a-cb143fe22a35/church+landscape.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - The Beginning. - Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/d7669013-8e25-48c8-9d1b-2ec7da26db5e/Cemetery+Path.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - The Beginning. - I wrap my scarf tighter around my face, hiding my nose and mouth away from the biting elements, only my eyes showing bright amongst the layers. On any other day I might feel self-conscious looking so conspicuous, as those who share this solemn path with me take that step or two wider as we pass, but not today. Today we all hunker down in our woollen armour and defend our precious warmth against nature’s Arctic aggression. This is a path I know well, a journey I take as often as I can to a sanctuary among the suburbs. On I press against the wind, whipping through the trees, whisking the odd scrap up off the cold stone cobbles and free into the air, only to be returned prematurely two feet further along its journey. On, past the pub on the corner, only recently reopened and shining within with all the hopes of a New Year only hours away. On, up through the houses and over the bridge. The Tube, free of its concrete casing out here west of the inner city, crashes along below on its never-ending shuttle run, single-minded in its mission to ferry locals and tourists alike, weighted with hopes and dreams for the coming hours, days, weeks and months ahead, never slowing its passage. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/e276474f-e84e-4599-99ce-b383cfc28045/Tube+Train.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - The Beginning. - Alas, the most memorable, and yet immemorable, the most unbearable of my memories shared with those carriages below stands proud at the forefront of my mind at every embarkation, every “mind the gap”, every “see it, say it, sorted”. The day-in, day-out struggle among the rush-hour crush to that most illustrious and illuminating institution in a child’s life: secondary school. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/a889c7de-e86b-4b87-9139-af9de2bdeca8/Church.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - The Beginning. Below my feet the train fades into the distance, around the bend in its rigid tracks. I step on into the icy air around me, my gloved fingers tingling with the tell-tale pinprick of winter. On, up the path and into the churchyard on the corner, its towering Byzantine basilica dominating the skyline of this modest suburb. I stop, as I often do—to the annoyance of those I travel with—to read the bronze plaque and discover the evolution of this spiritual home, now more monument to a glorious past than active inspiration in people’s everyday lives. Evolved from Norman foundations, stamped into the earth in the early days of their dominion over these Saxon lands, this temple has gone through many faces to end up as it stands here today, its red bricks emblematic of its Victorian peak. The standalone grandeur of this run-of-the-mill parish church, and those of its ilk found throughout the land, will always hold a certain sway in my mind—the mind of a boy who grew up away from his London home in a land of new-build neighbourhoods with an architectural history that stretched no further back than the youngest of local pubs on these misted isles. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/e9395ab0-fdb6-4e0e-965a-e23d4adb6f20/Paperback.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - The Beginning. - I screw up my face, stamp my feet and roll my shoulders—all a bit much in preparation for a coffee, but I need that moment to psych myself up—and then I step in. Into the fug of warmth and chatter, the smell of freshly roasted coffee, oven-warm pastries and the welcome numbing tingle as my extremities begin their thaw. My glasses fog immediately in reaction to the sudden change of atmosphere, and I’m left immobile, in a position to order but in no state to make a decision. I hear the woman behind the counter chuckle as I struggle to regain consciousness of my surroundings. Though I can’t see her smile, I know this must be an act played out over and over throughout her day—perhaps it’s a forced performance, perhaps genuine. By the time I’ve righted my senses I can’t decide, as she’s turned to deliver a coffee to the gentleman next to me with the call and response, “flat white?” — “flat white”, and the same smile. I order swiftly and wait my turn. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/ad0459c2-f028-4cb5-a1fe-22d586a9859d/Coffee+and+a+book.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - The Beginning. - I look up from the internal revery and the inspirational upheaval taking place within the confines of my mind and am presented with a scene which reflects my inner struggle as a mirror to my thoughts. The lady in front of me spins round and round in the swirl of life milling around her, her indecision fuelling the pirouettes on her box-fresh trail trainers, prepared, it would seem, to tackle the arduous terrain of the suburbs. Her bushy hair is unkempt, whether from recent activity or just the struggle of life, tied back by a wide blue camouflage nylon headband attempting to assert some control over its busy energy. Flashdance-ready, her blue leopard-print leggings tucked into fluffy socks strike me as incredibly apt as the pirouettes continue. She is the picture of indecision, and I will her to make the move and break free of this involuntary dance. A gap in the crowd—a seat—emerges and she makes the leap, ballerina-esque, for its safety. She has made the decision to break free, to leap forward. I think it is my time too. No more time for what-ifs and shall-I’s, what-will-people-think’s and will-it-even-be-any-good’s. The New Year’s bell tolls. Now is the time to step out on this journey of discovery, and I can’t wait. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/discovering-my-doorstep-kingdom/chapterone-partone monthly 0.5 2026-03-25 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/2b321d69-0993-4c38-9601-dd41b83ab446/Stratford+-+shakespeares+birthplace.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part One.) - Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/9a270f6b-91b8-459d-9d80-72f3b05c1d4f/Stratford+-+the+fool.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part One.) - “When I was at home, I was in a better place…” Touchstone the Fool in As You Like It puts words to my struggle. Stamping my feet and clapping my hands to generate some warmth, I’m struck dumb by the contented image of a warm bed so very far away, over many hills back along the rising path of the winter sun which sits idle in the skies above, shirking its primary occupation in my opinion — “… but travellers must be content”. “Too right!” I say to myself out loud, to the bemusement of a pair of passing tradesmen. It’s a beautiful day. The snow dusting the cobbled market street gives this setting a luminance I’m sure could not be replicated under any other conditions. Maybe I am the Fool—but they always have the most fun—so it’s time to embrace the journey and be born anew, out of trepidation and into adventure. I give the jester’s pointed shoe an affectionate rub, thanking him for his words of wisdom just as his master, Duke Frederick, and the audience have so many opportunities to do in his play, set in the magical Forest of Arden inspired by the very landscape I have just arrived through. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/8b68f4e8-f600-4ce1-84d4-adac46408b32/Stratford+-+oriel+bay+window.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part One.) - These plays span — and in many cases redefine — their genres: tragedy (Othello, Hamlet, Macbeth); comedy (A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Twelfth Night, As You Like It); and history (Julius Caesar, Henry V, Richard III). His plays are performed more than any other and have inspired over 2,000 film and television adaptations, practically every ‘star crossed lovers’ story is an inspired retelling of his own Romeo and Juliet: James Cameron’s Titanic and Avatar both telling the same tale just worlds apart. So powerful is the legacy of his work that many of history’s most famous quotations are remembered not from the figures themselves, but from Shakespeare’s characterisation of them. “Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears…” Mark Antony’s opening line in Julius Caesar rivals even Caesar’s own “Veni, vidi, vici.” “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!” Henry V’s rallying cry at Agincourt has become the blueprint for countless speeches in times of national peril. Winston Churchill’s wartime rhetoric echoes its cadence unmistakably. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/e79e4c1d-7a3f-4f45-bc8b-bb31d49b4cfd/Stratford+-+high+street.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part One.) - I burst out of the overhanging shadows of the alley, spewed from a pedestrian world into the mobile streets ahead, flowing with four-by-fours—the intermarriage of classic architecture and rumbling modern transportation suddenly offensive to any prevailing internal reverie. I try to look past the modern and see the town as it would have been in the 1500s, the hooves and iron wheels of horse and cart rumbling in place of the latest V8s, past the market house topped with a steepled clock tower on the corner of Wood and Henley Streets, overlooking Bridge Street which tumbles down to the gently flowing river beyond. Today, that market house which housed young William’s father’s fine leather-working shop is a Barclays Bank, white and baby blue to match the brand’s colour scheme, the roadworks outside throwing off any sense of nostalgia with health-and-safety orange and the clatter of a jackhammer at ferocious work. Too bad—I was really getting into the swing of things, letting my imagination do the walking. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/discovering-my-doorstep-kingdom/chapterone-parttwo monthly 0.5 2026-03-25 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/0ced848c-c1b4-46e1-9ea1-76ac2cb5693d/Bournville+-++factory.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Two.) - Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/670f4459-91a6-4ddb-8415-7d8f3945df93/Bournville+-+J+Cadbury+shoppe.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Two.) - This is the story of how the exotic drink of Europe’s luxurious elite arrived at No. 93 Bull Street, Birmingham, the very spot where, in 1824, the enterprising John Cadbury opened his first shop selling tea, coffee, and drinking chocolate to the people of England’s second city, wrapped in the throes of an unimaginable Industrial Revolution and the economic explosion with which it went hand in hand. John Cadbury’s enterprising nature was funnelled into the trade industry as his only means of professional progression, for Mr Cadbury was a Quaker — a “peculiar sect of spiritual people,” as they were seen by his contemporaries. Quakers could neither attend universities nor join the military — as pacifists — so the only profession open to them was trade, and they were mightily successful at it too. Tea, coffee, and drinking chocolate were viewed as acceptable alternatives to alcohol, which their beliefs strongly condemned on the sound grounds that it impaired judgement and affected health — well ahead of their time — and so, in seeing a gap in the market, John set out on the road to greatness with his feet in the exotic produce pouring in from Britain’s burgeoning maritime empire. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/1769790212877-12PBZQLMZM7K0MB669OH/Bournville+-++factory.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Two.) - As the doors crash open and the sea of Oompa Loompas in front of me washes out into the factory experience beyond, I am hit by the rich smell of chocolate filling the air. I can’t believe it is a synthetic scent pumped out for atmosphere — no, this must be the pure essence of cocoa escaped from the monolithic operation next door. Catching a glimpse of the real factory through the windows, its name built into the building’s fabric in metre-high letters, the red-brick chimneys looming imperiously over the symbiotic surrounding village, I know that this smell is the real deal. Great columns of steam gush into the freezing air above the bustling factory; if only it were purple, I would truly believe this Goliath structure was Willy Wonka’s own. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/1dc36c62-34d8-4bd6-9500-09a8166738ec/Bournville+-+cadbury+cow.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Two.) - The tide turns away from the little old lady and her marble-topped counter, and I’m swept up in the rush of tiny feet as we’re ushered into the next section: a bright white laboratory with walls of rich Cadbury purple, windows positioned to left and right revealing a host of ‘Cadbury Angels’ hard at work. My attention is momentarily fixed on a little purple-patched cow with golden horns and a gentle, inquisitive face, tucked away in the corner on its own private patch of grass. I love it, and I’m not sure why. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/8e041935-4f22-468a-9abb-c7449f366e2e/Bournville+-+Cadbury+angels.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Two.) - Left back where I started, watching Ruby pipe designs onto a chocolate slipper fit only for a Cadbury Cinderella to wear to the ball — my feet get too hot when I’m dancing, you see — I begin to sink back into a daze, lulled by the motion of the piping, one frill merging into the next. A tap at my shoulder. Here we go again. “You’ll wanna take this.” A pot filled to the brim with melted Dairy Milk Buttons is placed delicately into my hands — rich, velvety, and smooth, with a dazzling reflective sheen; a timeless classic, filled to the brim and pouring over with nostalgic excellence. I take the offered spoon and the seat that Jay leads me over to, told under no uncertain circumstances to plant my bum and enjoy the ride. Looking up to take in the polished pumps in front of me, I can’t help but relish the giddy pleasure of watching the melted chocolate pouring out of the taps — this constant flow of ecstasy, a never-ending stream of liquid goodness, caught in a cup and handed out to the hedge of outstretched hands waiting for their sample. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/4be712e5-3210-405a-af35-3e5fff959570/Bournville+-+J+Cadbury+Bournville+school.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Two.) - The Cadbury brothers moved their operation out of the inner city to the outskirts of Birmingham in 1879, to what were then green fields and unadulterated pastures, building their great new factory and taking their urban workforce with them. George, the younger of the siblings, was struck dumb by Brum’s residential conditions: “Surely everyone who passes through the backstreets of Birmingham must be touched by the thought that in so many districts the little children have no place in which to play, except the dirty and dangerous streets.” Openly criticising the practices of landlords, he and his brother decided to challenge the norm. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/discovering-my-doorstep-kingdom/chapterone-partfour monthly 0.5 2026-03-25 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/7c1d9e95-0f06-4069-995d-220d4a4d7af8/Tamworth+-+castle.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Four.) - Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/a341651c-4192-461f-af7e-fe815dc5b971/Tamworth+-+Castle+Portrait.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Four.) - Standing here among the freezing fog clouding the grounds around the hillock, I imagine it must look like a moat of swirling cloud from up there on the battlements. But I will never know for sure, as the paths leading up to the hilltop are barred by padlocked gates — for once again, I have arrived too late at my destination. My interest is drawn away from the defensive centrepiece at the top of the hill towards an iron statue of a dominant figure standing proud on a plinth, keeping a protective gaze sweeping over the grounds and beyond the outer walls. Æthelflæd, daughter of Alfred the Great and England’s forgotten queen, fortified her capital, Tamworth, in 913 AD when she ruled the kingdom of Mercia alone following the death of her husband, Æthelred. She followed this up with orders to her lords to fortify the major towns throughout her lands against the Danish threat. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/a73d235e-e7cc-429d-bd7e-1192d6b2023a/Tamworth+-+Jalali.png Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Four.) - My dishes arrive the colour of deeply fired terracotta, a swirl of clean mint yoghurt decorating the centre of the karahi, hinting at a cooling freshness I hope I won’t desperately need. The spices burst forward, lifting me off the edge of my seat in anticipation: cumin, coriander, turmeric, garam masala, paprika, ginger, garlic — each fighting for centre stage in a riot of aroma, crashing together in perfect harmony like the cacophony of the rainforest canopy at sunrise. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/discovering-my-doorstep-kingdom/chapterone-partthree monthly 0.5 2026-03-25 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/dac64a05-e26a-4712-8e67-6415ee66dc61/Coventry+-+Cathedral+spire+in+sunset.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Three.) - Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/652f0283-cfe4-4c4b-afbe-80a38ab2c33d/Coventry+-+pepper+lane.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Three.) - Through the bustling shopping district, I ask directions from a friendly traffic warden — a rare breed — who points me the right way, across the pedestrian square at the beating heart of modern Coventry city centre, passing under the statue of Lady Godiva — more now than just a lyric in a Queen anthem — riding naked still through her city one thousand years after her act of protest against her husband’s oppressive taxation of the common man. Left I turn down old Pepper Lane, its medieval timber-framed buildings almost all that remain of Old Coventry, the spire of Old St Michael’s like a needle piercing the empty sky at the alley’s end. Out of the cobbled lane, where the wind funnels through to whip savagely at my exposed ears, I’m deposited into the open space beyond, the wind suddenly deathly quiet. St Michael’s Fields, green and ringed with oak, ash, and lime trees, feels like a world apart from the energy and activity happening all around. This is undoubtedly a spot for reflection, a place of peace where each visitor is urged to be present and mindful in the presence of a poignant testament to one of the darkest chapters in world history — the history of this country, and this city in particular. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/141f41df-6549-43bb-93b9-ceef90cb1911/Coventry+-+open+air+ruins.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Three.) - British history remembers the nights when the enemy flew overhead and air-raid sirens rang out their alarm call, sending the blackout nights into panicked chaos. Between September 1940 and May 1941, nine months of terror reigned as the towns and cities of Great Britain fell under what must have felt like constant bombardment by the aerial forces of Hitler’s Luftwaffe and their Blitzkrieg — ‘Lightning War’. Old St Michael’s remains in its ruined state here on home soil, just as those villages détruits dot the thousand-kilometre path of destruction laid along the Western Front bitterly contested only twenty years earlier, the memory of the First World War — the Great War, the “war to end all wars” — still firmly alive for so many forced to suffer again. Coventry has always been a home of manufacturing. In the words of J. B. Priestley, who visited the city seven years prior to its destruction as part of English Journey in the autumn of 1933: “In the thirteenth century it was making cutlery: in the fourteenth, cloth; in the fifteenth, gloves; in the sixteenth, buttons; in the seventeenth, clocks; in the eighteenth, ribbons; in the nineteenth, sewing machines and bicycles; and now, in the twentieth, motor cars, electrical gadgets, machine tools, and wireless apparatus”. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/a8adb690-11d9-4cba-8140-7bca5b343a3f/Coventry+-+Cathedral+tower.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Three.) - In that single winter night, 4,300 homes were laid to waste; a third of the city’s factories were destroyed, the rest damaged, none left untouched. Two-thirds of Coventry suffered what was described as ‘severe damage’, with almost 1,400 people killed — the exact number never confirmed — and many more badly injured. The destruction was so complete that Joseph Goebbels coined the term Koventrieren — “to Coventrate” — meaning to annihilate or reduce to rubble — a fate the British armed forces and Churchill were motivated to reproduce on a grand scale. Only a month later Operation Abigail Rachel targeted the German industrial city of Mannheim with a firebombing raid inspired by the Luftwaffe’s success in carpet bombing Coventry, London, Liverpool and Glasgow - alongside so many other integral port towns and industrial centres throughout the land. The German administration described the attack as “insignificant”, but it spelled a change in mission direction for the RAF and High Command, away from imprecise targeted bombing raids against German military targets and towards the widespread firebombing of German cities — most devastatingly the destruction of Coventry’s twin city, Dresden, in the closing stages of the war. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/a232cc21-8485-46e8-a0d0-daa5f6f251bb/Coventry+-+broken+stained+glass.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Three.) - Stepping back from the gates, I look up to take in the shrapnel-gouged remains and I’m struck by a remnant that feels alien to my past experiences of ruins the world over. Broken glass. It’s so trivial, such a small detail, but one that cuts deep into my conscience. It’s something I’ve never considered when visiting abandoned abbeys or great amphitheatres: something that makes the ruin before me feel so much realer, the openings in the vaulted windows not worn smooth by time but still sharp with painful memory. The shards prick out from their housings as a poignant reminder of beauty lost within living memory, and of the stories this stained glass and these broken walls once told. In the shadow of these ruins of war, I find myself asking whether this could all have been stopped — prevented — the wave of devastation bottled up and snuffed out. When it comes to the outbreak of the Second World War, that is a question far larger than I feel qualified to answer, no matter how many pages I’m offered, though I have my suspicions and theories. The question of Coventry’s destruction, however — that November night whose results are scarred into the very fabric of this city — is more nuanced. A question of myth and legend. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/ec1aa14e-6291-4271-97ae-abaadbbd8cb7/Coventry+-+new+and+old+cathedral.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter One. (Part Three.) - I wander up the stairs and under the towering arch that connects the two great structures and spans the gap in centuries. I stop to stand a moment in rapt wonder as the old spire is framed by massive Hollington stone pillars, the purple sky of the day’s last light tinged with the deep blue of oncoming night, forming the perfect backdrop for my moment of contemplation. The thoughts and feelings evoked by this place wash over me in a moment of moving clarity, clearing my mind of all other worldly worries, which pale in comparison to the hardships and horrors faced by those at home and abroad during those dark days of human history. As children, we are taught about the days of the Blitz. We are taken to air-raid shelters and put into gas masks to simulate the terror our grandparents must have felt when those sirens began to wail. We’re told about the evacuation of children from the cities and wonder how we might have dealt with that journey, hoping we would have ended up in a grand stately home like the Pevensie children in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, rather than finding ourselves in a situation like poor young William at the start of Goodnight Mister Tom. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/discovering-my-doorstep-kingdom/chaptertwo-partone monthly 0.5 2026-03-25 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/634a6c01-03b4-4fbc-a426-2da6022d2918/The+Shambles.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter Two. (Part One.) - Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/80517bdb-4203-4f4f-9874-d2cb48ba1389/The+Shambles+again.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter Two. (Part One.) - Every shop leans – metaphorically and physically – into the magical feel of the street. I wander up the alley dodging the outstretched selfie-sticks of Japanese tourists, past the top heavy and dimly lit Society of Alchemists selling its eaux de parfums displayed in glass bell jars held aloft by coiled bronze snakes and golden toadstools evoking the apothecary shops of Diagon Alley, the Wizarding World come to life. I can’t help but feel as though I’ve wandered onto a prefabricated movie set, so perfect is the medieval world I’ve stepped into. I could easily be at Universal Studios waiting to ride the Hogwart’s Express with a creamy Butterbeer in hand. If only Orlando’s weather had come along for the ride. To complete any sense of confusion as to the separation of fantasy and reality, a man garbed in archaic steampunk attire stands doorman outside a sunken shop front. His job, corralling a queue of eager customers waiting for their opportunity to purchase a kaleidoscopic range of ceramic ghosts and ghouls. Maybe I have stepped through the bricks after all. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/4e135338-88c7-48c7-8c34-61da1ef96d12/Constantine.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter Two. (Part One.) - I’m drawn in predictable fashion to the copper statue of a Roman gentleman lounging imperiously in cape and cuirass upon a marble throne with lions’ claws for feet. At first I assume it must be dedicated to the 2nd century Emperor Septimius Severus, who once led a campaign of conquest on these isles with the ambition of finally quelling the Northern threat to Roman Britain and civilising the tribes of Caledonia beyond Hadrian’s Wall. Born in the Mediterranean shores of North Africa in Leptis Magna – modern day Libya – it was here in Eboracum – York – that he met his end after falling ill on campaign. But I am mistaken – apologies, very shameful I know. Instead, I find myself face to face with another mighty son in the storied pages of Roman history and its lasting impact upon Europe and the world. It is Constantine the Great who gazes out magisterially from his throne out over his lands and subjects, a look of confident disdain covering his face, his hand resting on the pommel of the sword stabbed into the ground at his feet. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/discovering-my-doorstep-kingdom/chaptertwo-parttwo monthly 0.5 2026-03-25 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/2b98df38-3fa0-45b6-942b-6b4cfcc3b7ff/The+Moors.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter Two. (Part Two.) - Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/1515d223-6bbf-4c7d-b3e2-c5fc73c96f15/Lobster+pots.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter Two. (Part Two.) - As I wander the harbour walls, the cry of circling gulls the soundtrack to my stroll, I pass by the forest of masts piercing the vista across the River Esk which cuts the town in two on its path to the sea, the buildings on either side cascading down in waves to its banks. Pleasure craft and trawlers alike moored for the night along the marina, waiting for the calmer seas of warmer seasons or simply the call of the next morning’s working day, come what weather may. Wafting through the air, I’m caught in my step by the reeking salt tang of the sea and fresh catch; a veritable mountain of still dripping lobster pots lines the harbourside, red flags fluttering from buoys pinpointing the netted crustacean-covered shells. This is no simple pleasure port but a working town, specialised in its catch of shellfish. The fleet doubtless smaller today than in centuries gone by but focused now on inshore sustainability rather than the willy nilly trawling of the North Sea and Dogger Bank. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/80f3c685-036c-4fbe-a248-0e332aff6cb2/endeavour+portrait.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter Two. (Part Two.) - My immobile moments recounting the escapades of Cook, his crew and the great Endeavour have left me shivering in the mizzle, enduring conditions more akin to his third voyage in search of the Northwest Passage through the Arctic than his expeditions through the tropic South Pacific. It’s funny to feel so conflicted about a man you’ve never met, and have only the slightest impression of, what little elements of their true character you do know captured only in writing which can always be skewed in the penning. On the one hand I can’t help but be awe struck by his great swathes of exploration and the avenues they opened up for the globalisation of the world. Whilst on the other, it is hard to ignore the great loss of cultures brought about by those same discoveries and the stacked negatives of that same globalisation. I’ve never been good at weighing up pros and cons, always attracted, like a bundle of electrons, to the positives. The ship’s nautically themed restaurant is closed today, like so many others here, so far out of tourist season. Across the water from his ship, likewise shut to winter visitors, lies the Cook Memorial Museum housed in the cramped bunkhouse where the apprentices lived whilst learning their craft here in Whitby. But although my goal lies across the water, I am destined for a structure of more monumental proportions. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/3389a5ba-e0ea-4a22-8a1a-e523d88576e5/Whitby+Abbey.jpg Discovering My Doorstep Kingdom. - Chapter Two. (Part Two.) - No matter. The great ruins rise high above the outer walls, and I must only crane my neck to take in much of what remains. The shattered West Front of the structure – destroyed most comprehensively by a German naval bombardment in 1914 – forms the ominous screaming visage of a one-eyed giant. Four gothic crosses create the one all seeing eye; the snapped housings of a once majestic stained-glass window the bloodthirsty fangs. It seems Polyphemus himself kneels broken atop this cliff, crying out his blind anger at Nobody across the “wine dark sea” which stretches out before us towards the continent out of sight. Turning from the fractured monster, I hunker down against the outer wall and begin my circumnavigation of the grounds, hoping - against hope - to find myself a clearer picture of the once celebrated priory. But, the appearance of a winter mirage begins to condense through the shifting fog. It can’t be, can it? Whitby Brewery. I’m saved. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move daily 0.75 2026-01-09 https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/azulejo-origins monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/e2f6aebe-8641-4047-99de-666f378d637a/Azulejo.jpeg Bitesize On The Move. - Azulejo Origins. - The Portuguese tradition of decorative tiling and mosaics, known as Azulejo, has existed in various forms for thousands of years. One of the earliest examples can be seen at the ancient Roman settlement of Conimbriga, where intricate mosaics, dating back around 2000 years, depict mythological scenes. These are early precursors to the art form that today adorns Portugal’s buildings and streets. The word Azulejo originates from the Arabic الزليج (al-zillij), meaning “polished stone,” introduced during the Umayyad Caliphate’s rule over the Iberian Peninsula. These rulers sought to emulated Roman and Byzantine mosaics, decorating mosques and palaces with the art form. The most significant surviving examples from this period are in the cities of the Andalusian heartland, the stunning Alhambra in Granada among the most notable. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/a-pastel-de-nata-odyssey monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/97a091d7-3608-4729-b9bf-09a8773ade21/Pastel+de+Nata.jpeg Bitesize On The Move. - A Pastel De Nata Odyssey. - The Pastel de Nata; an infamously addictive, little laminated puff pastry parcel I’d never had the pleasure of sampling before a recent trip to the City of Seven Hills. Created in the 18th century by monks at Jerónimos Monastery in Lisbon to use up egg yolks leftover from starching nun’s clothes, these holy men crafted a morsel as prized by the Portuguese as the sacrament. Friends and family always seemed to return from Portugal with mythical tales of this sweet custard treat. I couldn’t fathom why it was so revered, likened in stories to Olympian ambrosia. Really, I thought, it must be a big misunderstanding — everyone swept up in the hysteria and novelty. How could it have such a hold over visitors? Would I fall prey to the same fever? https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/the-cult-of-mithras monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/81eb5f42-ccf8-4b03-acfd-fe4a01669a81/Mithras.jpeg Bitesize On The Move. - The Cult of Mithras. - Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/marrakech-medina monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/015c59a7-bc4d-43e8-9133-cbbdd9c17cf8/Medina.jpeg Bitesize On The Move. - Marrakech Medina. - Lying in the shadows of the high Atlas Mountains with the Agafay desert stretching out towards the horizon, this city relishes its role as an oasis among the harsh surrounding landscapes. The lush hidden gardens of the Riads and palaces of the central medina known since medieval times to give sweet respite to the weary traveller. Often called the ‘Ochre City’ for the striking red colour of its buildings, the burnt oranges, coral pinks and baked terracotta palette giving the town a uniqueness of feeling somewhat alien to a mind conditioned to the subdued hues of European towns and cities. Flashes of bright turquoise, green, gold and royal blues treating the eyes to a never ending feast of colours around every corner. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/the-french-house-soho monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/ecb3799e-fb06-4d14-8c43-d65c7dd74627/French+House.jpeg Bitesize On The Move. - The French House, Soho. - This is an establishment soaked in rich history and bursting at the seams with vivacious character. Operating as the York Minster since the late 19th century, it was colloquially known as “the French Pub” long before its official name change and following the fall of France during WWII, General Charles de Gaulle is said to have written his rallying cry to the Free French “À tous les Français” in the bar. This iconic Soho locals institution is an epic throwback to a bygone golden era of eclectic characters, simple pleasures and down to earth hospitality which throws off the 21st century shroud of viral smash burger sensations and neon pink photo booth parlours which threaten to drown out the charm of this historic enclave of central London. Don’t get me wrong, I love a perfectly crisp juicy smash burger and you’ll often find me gorging myself on a Supernova number, but spots like The French House are why I love Soho. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/ze-village-cte-dazur monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/c3067a2a-3598-45b8-be53-f573ac3f2149/Eze.jpeg Bitesize On The Move. - Èze Village, Côte d’Azur. - Perched atop the foothills of the Maritime French Alps looking down on the shimmering sea. If you let it this gem will sweep you up in its unique charm and history without a moment’s hesitation. The picture perfect village of Èze has a fascinatingly eclectic history, one which is well worth delving into but is often overlooked by the hordes of tourists who flock to its cobbled streets every year. The walled village, now wrapped in ivy and blooming pink and purple Bougainvillea, was fortified in the late 14th century by the House of Savoy who prized its ‘eagles nest’ vantage point to help secure their new acquisition, the County of Nice. The village has experienced a turbulent past since its official fortification, passing between different forces throughout the centuries, most excitingly its conquest by French and Turkish troops under the command of the Barbary Pirate Hayreddin Barbarossa ‘Redbeard’ in 1546. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/vieux-nice-cte-dazur monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/5aa1035c-0f1d-4dc3-897a-fa52e46ec7bf/Nice.jpg Bitesize On The Move. - Vieux-Nice, Côte d’Azur. - Narrow canyoning alleyways make up the winding labyrinth of any old town’s footprint, however Vieux Nice captures the spirit like none other. The city’s old town has been inhabited continuously since the 4th century BC Greek settlement of Nikaia, where we derive the contemporary city name from. Today the wider city has grown exponentially from those humble fishing origins but the old town keeps a firm grip on its strong individualistic identity just as it did in the days of those first Hellenic settlers, the street names proudly written in two languages the common French and the classic local Nissart dialect (niçart). The towering tenements which line the streets stretch into the sky, the lives of their inhabitants bursting from the windows, fruit and flowers grown in planters and washing drying in the heat of the day. A sense of uniform decorates the walls, pale yellows, oranges, peaches and creams setting the tone for the easy summer days to be enjoyed strolling the cobbled streets, eating your way through the culinary talents of Nice’s illustrious population of chefs. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/sonora-taquera-stoke-newington monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/f0695dd3-841a-4559-be88-5b280d80f35a/Tacos.jpeg Bitesize On The Move. - Sonora Taquería, Stoke Newington. - The flourishing London taco scene has another jewel in its crown. The team at Sonora Taqueria have been a crowd favourite since their days slinging out the finest Sonoran delicacies from their stall at Netil Market in London Fields. Well known to play host to snaking queues of clamouring punters every Friday and Saturday, the decision was made in September 2022 to seek out pastures new and expand the operation which steadily grew apace following their capitalisation and rise to cult Instagram stardom as a centre piece powerhouse of the meal kit scene during lockdown. Slinging out the very best pork fat tortillas de harina, along with goose fat and vegan options to boot, Sam and Michelle, the couple behind the brand, kept N/E London postcodes singing the praises of Mexican cuisine throughout the pandemic. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/paronella-park-qld-australia monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/f3d01e59-0831-4577-ae5e-8b879aa2351a/North+Queensland.jpeg Bitesize On The Move. - Paronella Park, QLD, Australia. - One man’s dream to bring a slice of classic Catalonia to northern Queensland. In 1913 Jose Paronella embarked on a journey across the globe to start a new life. Born in Spain Jose grew up working as a baker but when the chance came his sense of adventure carried him across the ocean and upon his arrival in Australia he settled in Innisfail, Northern Queensland. Jose worked his way up starting as a sugar cane farmer and eventually buying and selling whole farms for incredible profit. In ‘24 Jose returned home to marry his childhood sweetheart Margarita and the newlyweds spent their honeymoon journeying back to Queensland to pursue Jose’s ambitions. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/bievo-island-and-the-blue-grotto-croatia monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/0fe0fe75-4b41-416e-a198-f6585f14390b/Blue+Cave.jpg Bitesize On The Move. - Biševo Island and the Blue Grotto, Croatia. - I can’t say it enough, take a picture perfect boat trip from Split harbour and explore the dotted archipelagos and crystal blue expanse the Adriatic Sea has to offer, you won’t be disappointed! Situated right in the middle of the Dalmatian archipelago is the charming Biševo Island, famous for its Blue Grotto which has become a serious tourist attraction, the rest of this quaint and striking destination is often sorely overlooked. First continuously inhabited by an Abbey of Benedictine monks in the 11th century the island is still home to the humble stone Church of St Silvester and the ruins of the monastery, abandoned 200 years later due to the ever present danger of Adriatic pirates. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/cookie-time-cookie-bar-queenstown monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/7e65175f-21e7-4a8f-b4eb-1476894341fa/Cookie+Time.jpg Bitesize On The Move. - Cookie Time Cookie Bar, Queenstown. - A chocolate chip feast fit for any Cookie Monster! Cookie Time is a family owned Kiwi institution, founded in Christchurch in the 80s it was made famous by their 1996 Guinness World Record for the world’s largest cookie, coming in at a stomach stuffing 487m² this baked behemoth included 13 tonnes of ingredients and more than 1 million chocolate chips! Today they have 3 franchise Cookie Bars where you can sample the very best offerings the team can cook up, fresh every the hour. One out in Harajuku, Japan while the other two are slightly closer to their South Island roots in Dunedin and Queenstown. The Queenstown cookie bar was the inaugural brick and mortar, opened in 2010, and it captured my affection whole heartedly, the intoxicating aroma of its freshly baked dough and melting chocolate pulling me down Ballarat Street by the nostrils. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/diocletians-palace-split monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/774668b2-c7a3-4794-8260-b9f29a8b2487/Split.jpeg Bitesize On The Move. - Diocletian’s Palace, Split. - This monumental 7.5 acre site was built at the turn of the 4th century AD by order of the Roman emperor Diocletian to serve as his retirement residence. Over the following centuries the palace evolved to become the core of modern Split encapsulating the majority of the city’s ‘Old Town’ within its towering walls. The central square called the ‘Peristyle’ fronts the start of Diocletian’s apartments. A valley of marble columns open to crystal blue skies it was built to entertain crowds of visitors and is flanked by Diocletian’s mausoleum (today the Cathedral of Saint Domnius) and the Temple of Jupiter (repurposed as a baptistery in the 6th century). ‘The Vestibule’ marks the entrance to the Emperors private residence, which makes up the harbour facing half of the massive structure, it’s high domed ceiling was once the first section of the ‘Imperial Corridor’. The space is unquestionably awe inspiring, the echoes of today’s tourists and the esteemed visitors of history reverberating off the vaulted heights of the structure. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/the-great-ocean-road monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/bd342f97-0201-419c-add7-b897c95fc799/Great+Ocean+Road.jpeg Bitesize On The Move. - The Great Ocean Road. - Connecting south-west Australia’s two major cities, Melbourne and Adelaide, stretches a rugged and windswept expanse of coastline simply bursting with stunning beaches perfect for surfing, deep forests stocked full of indigenous wildlife, towering cliffs and geological formations on an epic scale. The highway hugs the coast winding, at times precariously, around rocky headlands, cascading cliff-faces and sand swept bays connecting a number of beautifully quaint coastal towns who up until its construction were only accessible by boat or rough dirt tracks. Passing through Apollo Bay, Port Campbell, Robe and Port Fairy to name just a few of these stellar seaside communities, the drive can take anywhere between 3 days and 2 weeks to complete depending just how deep you want to delve into what the journey has to offer. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/foodies-festival-syon-park monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/81239ac7-f273-42bc-b833-3d5371089d71/Jerk.jpeg Bitesize On The Move. - Foodies Festival, Syon Park. - The perfect way to spend a sizzling bank holiday weekend! Sunshine, incredible food, delicious cocktails, great music and the best people. 3cz Nottingham Jerk Chicken Box, so nice we had to do it twice! These guys were favourites at last year’s event and we were over the moon to see them again this time. The crew at 3cz are so lovely, perfect service and food to match. The smoke coming off that jerk chicken is unmatched, and the flavours truly hit just right, caramelised plantain really topped it all off. Next up we had to match the jerk box up with the stunning Rum Punch courtesy of Saint Aubin rum hut. Saint Aubin is an amazing rum distillery over in Mauritius where everything is made right there on site, they say that to make the best rum the cane should have its feet in the dirt and its head in the distillery, that’s certainly the case here and you can taste the difference! https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/palais-princier-de-monaco-monte-carlo monthly 0.5 2026-01-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/f8814744-38d2-49c6-9a59-4e8af9817c50/Monaco.JPG Bitesize On The Move. - Palais Princier de Monaco, Monte Carlo. - Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/cotswolds-shepherds-hut monthly 0.5 2026-01-08 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/bb21d9ba-9a3f-46ca-b494-cde633672b41/Cotswolds.JPG Bitesize On The Move. - Cotswolds Shepherds Hut. - An idyllic weekend getaway retreat in the rolling hills of the English countryside. Upon arrival we were greeted with a mesmerising sunset, through the charming stable door out over the adjacent field full of our new bovine neighbours. To our surprise we were gifted a gorgeous spread courtesy of our wonderful host; prosecco, beer, tea and biscuits and to top it all off jam, cream and scones (jam first, cream second, of course…) The space was delightfully cozy and decorated with a fine and elegant touch reminiscent of a summers picnic at Peter Rabbits house, it provided all you could ever want or hope for to rest, relax and unwind away from the hustle and bustle of the week. After a lengthy sabbatical on the other side of the planet, this trip to the Cotswolds was a stunning reminder of the beauty that the British Isles has to offer. Who says the staycation is dead? With summer around the corner and escapes like this humble yet delightful Airbnb in abundance there really is no better time to get out and explore what the UK has to offer! https://www.ellsonthemove.co.uk/bitesize-on-the-move/port-elliot-bakerys-donut-of-the-month-oreo-cheesecake monthly 0.5 2026-01-08 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69580e14e1fd5430c6870457/44e0dfdc-fd68-42c8-b348-244fb4202542/Donut.JPG Bitesize On The Move. - Port Elliot Bakery’s ‘Donut of the Month’ - Oreo Cheesecake. - This delicious offering is lovingly created courtesy of a true South Australian community staple. Fluffy and delectably creamy with a deep richness of flavour that seems hardly possible, even when you know you’re full to the absolute brim you’ll keep coming back for more! And what a treat, we were presented with our favourite flavour paring when we made the trip down from Adelaide to sample the scrumptious creations of the Horrocks and Gorman family! The bakery hits the nail on the head when it comes to classic patisserie opulence presented seamlessly alongside breads, Aussie pies and baked goods to die for. The smell coming out of this treasure trove is truly intoxicating in the greatest way possible. Recommended by the very best Adelaide locals, the Port Elliot Bakery does not disappoint. A family run gem, the bakery has been open and running for over 100 years with its original wood fire oven still in place and has racked up a number of titles as South Australia’s best bakery in that time. 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