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 . . .
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea. -e.e. . . .
I regularly witness people come to rural Ireland and begin to unravel some of the stress of their lives. Urban living for all of its . . .
Postscript by Seamus Heaney And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In . . .
Grand Central Station The Whitney Museum On the Highline, a walkway built on an old train track Street Art on the Highline On St. . . .
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 . . .
Farmyard black cat in the ditch is a sign of luck Around here these border collies are all known as Shep The . . .
Every year I choose a word to guide me on my way. Last January I chose Pilgrimage and set out to . . .
If Ireland is green then Australia must be blue. . . .