Category Archives: Tales of a Travelling Porridge


Readers, we had a lucky escape.
On the top of Piz Trovat stands this:

As you can tell, it is a potential hermitage, the perfect size for our beloved Herr Porridge. He is, as you know, something of a cosmopolitan but he does not eschew solitude. He loves the mountains and this view across the snow may have been enough to lure him from us. Continue reading

Oats and Notes

Feeling a tad Tenzing Norgay and Edmund Hillary-ish, The Right Honourable Porridge casts a commanding flake over the valley from the pinnacle of his hike from Bergun, Switzerland.

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Flap Follows Famous Finger

With no regard for his own safety, and ever the unassuming hero, Burgomaster Porridge places his flap in a dike in Holland.

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Bizarre Tzar

(Actually, he’s not bizarre. I just like the letter Z.)

The royal carpenters were no doubt aware of Tzar Porridge’s reputation and made a throne to fit their expectations.


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When the Saints Go Marching In

Word is that St Basil was the only person to whom Ivan the Terrible would listen. St Porridge is familiar with that situation. After a heavy schedule of talks at the Kremlin, he spent some time communing with the earthly representation of his departed friend on the Red Square.

Porridge Reaches New Heights

Poised on a precipice at the Joch Pass, Switzerland, Abbot Porridge is as unphased as ever.

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Ride ‘Em, Porridge

Mayor Porridge finds the docile bovine as appealing as the next cereal but, sometimes, one needs a little thrill.

Despite being of excitable nature (as you  know), the mayor is of gentle disposition and thus eschews the violence of the rodeo. Continue reading