My name is Marchbanks, and I am a confused old man learning WordPress…

…so that I can blog my way through a virtual walk the length of Britain from north to south. I’ll be writing about every bottle of wine I open (keeping nonsense like ‘crunchy fruit with a linear structure and well-integrated forest floor notes’ out of it) but also there will probably be posts about music, Lego, clocks, the people I meet and places I visit (both real and virtual) as I clock off the miles.

I’m learning to use Google My Maps too, and plotting my virtual position each day with various annotations. I thought it would keep an old brain occupied, but didn’t realise it would take up all the spare time I have and more besides. But here’s the result – a work in progress changing all the time as I learn more. It’s keeping me amused and if you get a little entertainment from it too, I’ll be pleased.


If you would like to set up a virtual meeting on my way to Land’s End, get in touch. If you’re not too far off the path, I’ll bend the route, put a flag on the map at the meeting place and post a photo of it on the blog.


If you reckon there’s a wine that I ought to know about, please tell me. You can probably get an idea of my tastes from the posts so far, but I’m always open to new ideas.

Recent Posts

  • Remelluri Reserva 2015 Eternumviti (lower case ‘e’ to start) is the resident wine expert on pink fish media, although he denies this palpable truth. He’s passed exams and stuff, so he must be. He usually wears his learning lightly and doesn’t often lapse into forest-floor-garrigue, custard-apple-and-boysenberry-notes nonsense (have you ever tasted a custard apple or […]


  • Another virtual meeting – this time with Bob McC. He had been the first person to sign up as a meetee back in January, so it was a particular pleasure. He suggested The Farmers Arms, on his home patch of Poynton. (I don’t know how many farmers there are, so I’m not sure where the […]


  • Vergelegen Cabernet Sauvignon-Merlot 2018 Vergelegen sounds to me like the noises you would hear as a drowning man goes down for the last time. I tried to forget this and approach the bottle with an open mind. Not bad, but a bit too oaky, a bit too fruity – I couldn’t help thinking it was […]