Writer, globe-trotter, history student, swashbuckling pirate. I make a mean quesadilla.
Chandler Travis walked over the grey water of the Thames. Passing beneath the vast square structures that supported Tower Bridges immense deck. The sense of history palpable in every inch of its monumental stonework. Even though he knew that it’s structure was just a steel facade clad with a surface of stone he was still awed by the sheer scale of its engineering. Below him the surface of the river blurred as the early morning rain swept acros. . .
Chandler Travis walked over the grey water of the Thames. Passing beneath the vast square structures that supported Tower Bridges immense deck. The sense of history palpable in every inch of its monumental stonework. Even though he knew that it’s structure was just a steel facade clad with a surface of stone he was still awed by the sheer scale of its engineering. Below him the surface of the river blurred as the early morning rain swept acros. . .