Grand Tour #47; The North Coast of the North
I picked up my friend the reclusive poet and we headed west. Towards the setting sun. Towards where the sun was supposed to be setting. We couldn’t see it. So … Continue reading
Grand Tour #46; Death and Grannies.
Grannies and Death. I used to live here. I was born here and I left. I have an incurable infection with the Travel Bug. But my mother doesn’t. Neither does … Continue reading
Grand Tour #45; The Art of Travel
The Art of Belfast. It is there. You can find it if you look. When we travel we go to markets. We go to all sorts of markets. Lots of … Continue reading