Travel

Scone

The eternal question, unless you live in the far South West of the British Isles.

Poems | Dining, Travel | 2023

Taxi!

I jumped in a taxi outside the Ritz going the wrong way. The driver began to do a U turn across the mad lanes of traffic there. I told him not to worry and go the long way around. He said this.

Lunes | Travel | 2023

Transient

I think I sat in the middle of something beautiful beginning.

Poems | Existence, Travel | 2023

Winchester

If you travel to Winchester, find the cathedral, and find the scriptorium.

Poems | Travel, Existence | 2023

A50

I used to drive an old VW Beetle. I loved it, but half the journey required so much hope that it wouldn't break down it was exhausting.

Lunes | Travel | 2023

Amsterdam

The Captain's Bar saved me.

Poems | Travel | 2023

Redeye

Early morning city stations are magical.

Poems | Travel | 2023

Taxi

Thanking taxi drivers and bus drivers seems very British to me.

Lunes | Travel | 2023

Glücklich

Before the wall came down I travelled by train from West German to West Berlin. Along the way we were stopped by East German police with two beautiful, but quite angry dogs. They went mental at one of my charges. It wasn't until they left, apologising, that I understood why.

Poems | Travel | 2023

Horizons

There's a loneliness, solitude and quiet despair when you travel across the American desert. You pine for friends in pubs whilst marvelling at the vastness of the world before you.

Poems | Existence, Travel | 2023
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