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Vol. I — your memories, in print

The day is over.
The story isn't.

Ten photos and the story behind them — a trip, a wedding, a birthday, an ordinary Sunday — set as a magazine of your own: cover story, spreads, folios and all. Yours to export, never kept on our servers.

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  • Ten photos
  • Your own words
  • A magazine to keep
Production

From camera roll to cover story

Three steps between the moment and holding the finished thing.

  1. 01
    A stone and brick farmhouse with shuttered windows, its courtyard crowded with potted palms, red geraniums and terracotta urns.
    A city seen from above in low sun, a large domed cathedral standing among close-packed rooftops that run away to distant hills.
    Tall palms against a cloudless blue sky, rising above pastel apartment buildings with green louvred shutters.
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  2. 02

    We left the hut at four, when the valley below was still only a rumour and the loudest thing on the mountain was our own boots on the loose stone. For the first hour nobody spo

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  3. 03
    A person in a pale hooded top carrying a huge armful of daisies over one shoulder, crossing a meadow under a clear blue sky.

    Plate II — the meadow

    She carried them the whole way down and would not let anyone else take a turn.

    Feature

    We walked out before the light came up

    We left the hut at four, when the valley below was still only a rumour and the loudest thing on the mountain was our own boots on the loose stone. For the first hour nobody spoke. There was nothing worth saying that the light was not already saying better.

    Close-packed terracotta rooftops of a hillside town, balconies and awnings stepping down the slope.
    A person in a wetsuit standing in a small boat on calm sea, one arm raised to a gull hovering just above their hand.Café tables laid with white cloths and orange cushions along a narrow street, under an awning between ochre and terracotta buildings with green shutters.

    Plates IV & V

    The square filled slowly after that, the way squares do, and we sat until the light went hard.

    Dispatch

    Breakfast, shared with a gull

    He came out of the glare without a sound and hung there, close enough that we could see the wind moving through his feathers. Nobody reached for a camera until it was nearly too late. By eight we were down among the olive terraces and somebody produced a thermos, which is the part of the day I remember most clearly.

    A city seen from above in low sun, a large domed cathedral standing among close-packed rooftops that run away to distant hills.
    Portfolio

    “The whole city, laid out like something you could carry.”

    We climbed an hour to look at it and said almost nothing.

    A stone and brick farmhouse with shuttered windows, its courtyard crowded with potted palms, red geraniums and terracotta urns.
    Go to press
    Photos and words imposed as spreads — plates, captions, folios — then exported for keeps.
    Yours to keep
The archive

Already in print

A few of the places people brought home — the pictures are only half of it.

Aerial view of a city spreading toward distant hills, a large domed cathedral at its centre
the whole city
A stone farmhouse with shuttered windows, terracotta urns and pots of red geraniums
nobody home
A person in a wetsuit on a small boat holding food up to a gull in flight over the sea
breakfast guest
A café terrace with white-clothed tables and cane chairs beneath a red awning
before noon
Palm trees against a clear blue sky above pastel apartment buildings with green shutters
shutters, palms
Contents

Built around the memory, not the tool

Everything here exists to get a finished magazine into your hands.

Nothing kept
Your photos and words are never written to our database. The finished magazine is yours alone.
Editorial spreads
Real magazine layouts — plates, columns and pull quotes — chosen to suit each story.
Voice to page
Talk it through — the trip, the wedding, the first year — and have it transcribed and shaped into readable prose.
Print-quality export
Download as PDF at a resolution that holds up on paper, not just on screen.
Your palette
Set the type and colours so the finished magazine reads as yours, not ours.
Works in the browser
Assembly happens on your machine, so a patchy connection is not a problem.
Subscriptions

Keep every chapter

Your photos and words never touch our database — every plan sends the finished magazine straight to you.

Subscriptions are at proof. The plans below are settled, but our payments partner is still checking our masthead, so the paid plans are closed for the moment. Wanderer is free and works in full today — start a story, and we will have the presses running shortly.

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  • Up to 5,000 words
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  • Everything in Traveller
  • Up to 15,000 words
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Letters to the editor

Questions worth asking

The things people want to know before they start.