A journey begins. A journey ends. A journey begins again...
On the late, great, Mr John Clarke.
Failure is inevitable, but not inconsequential: whoever fails better succeeds a little more.
I help you. You help me. We get to help each other. Such are the joys of travel.
Jude is the cat that walks alone - for which I am grateful and impressed.
In praise of a writer with a feel for life - its beauty and its terror.
Go walking! Name the world. See what you find. See what finds you.
Long-term travel can be rewarding. The hard part is coming home and making sense of it. That, too, is a form of travel.
March, 2010. A pub in Williamstown. My wedding day. 'Re: Stacks' by Bon Iver.
So you cannot make a living from your writing? You can make a life.
Three-quarter time at the local football ground: sunshine, mud and poetry.
He swims. Almost every morning and usually before sunrise. In any season. In any weather. And never in a wetsuit.