I spent two days absorbing the art at Tate Modern and Tate Britain the other week. The retrospective of David Hockney was a treat. I don't . . .
We are drawn to the edge. Like so many flamingoes we like to dip our toes into the water and paddle while the sun goes down. Lisbon . . .
It is almost by accident that I am here in Lisbon this week. But I have always wanted to come. My eyes are relieved to have this change of . . .
We had just arrived in Northern Brittany. Our first stop was to be a field on the edge of the Ile Callot. You get there by crossing a . . .
It was stormy and grey on the streets of Stockholm where I was visiting family last week, so for a change I was . . .
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea. -e.e. . . .
"We come from the sea, Tim; our blood is salt, and strange tides ebb and flow within us all.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Books of . . .
Remember to look the other way; sense what is lurking behind your back, what is over your head and what is under your feet. For a moment out . . .
The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea. Isak Dinesen I've been to some spas and the best thing about them has . . .
Postscript by Seamus Heaney And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In . . .
Here comes the time of the year for going on the road and visiting friends out west along the Wild Atlantic Way . This time we . . .
I've looked up at it before and my image of the Shard taken from the river was part of the London Open House Exhibition in 2014. It has been . . .
Grand Central Station The Whitney Museum On the Highline, a walkway built on an old train track Street Art on the Highline On St. . . .
The view from my window changed dramatically this week when I found myself in New York City for a few days. I only had 36 hours notice . . .
Up the wide stairs onto the platform of Bruxelles Nord Station. The clock said 7.43, the train would arrive and leave . . .
This inland path is meandering from river to river, through the Loire, Vienne, Creuse, Dronne, and Charente . . .
We never know exactly where each day will end; camping on a free range duck farm, parked on the bank of a leafy river, lapping up a . . .
It's late, the sun is filtering through the forest, pouring deep honey gold onto the path ahead. The quality and colour of light transforms . . .
The main driving route to Europe from Ireland is a 20 hour ferry crossing from Rosslare to Roscoff in Brittany. Brittany is very like . . .
News travels fast and when the boat arrived in France there was a brass band out to greet us. Well not us specifically but . . .
During the summer of 1975 when I was on the road with an architect, a singer, an uileann piper and a gypsy . . .
My sister is honey coloured so she tones in beautifully with traditional Swedish . . .
When I was in Rome earlier this year as part of this Pilgrimage year, I remembered those tiny paint boxes that we used to get for . . .
When the streets of Vienna are getting too hot to bear, I duck into a side street flower shop. It's the bunches of . . .
Mountains of the Mani Peninsula Beauty underfoot with every step Down to the land and sea near . . .
I know! I'm gadding about a lot recently. It's a long story. This week I'm in Vienna. Strikes me as a conservative . . .
What is the dominant colour in your life? What is the light like? In my neck of the woods in rural Ireland, life is lived in green; 40 . . .
When you finally get to the top of the mule trails everything opens up below; the town of Kardamili, . . .
It's proving a challenge to capture the colours, shapes, and sheer abundance of the wildflower meadows and olive groves . . .
As I sit here in the wifi bar I am struggling to settle on a blogpost for ye. Time is short and the charge on . . .
If Ireland is green then Greece is blue. All kinds of blue, even kinds I wasn't expecting........... It starts . . .