Days You Wish You Could Go Back To: #1 Running To The Sea
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Travel
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Landscape In The Mist
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February 2014 I know the mountains are out there. I know that they are close, even. But I cannot see them. While I wait for them to emerge, I say their names in the hope I can draw them near. Muen. Tverrhøgda. Veslefjellet. Svartfjellet. Strange, almost unpronounceable names which take on an extra air of
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Afloat On The Dead Sea
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It’s the nearness that astonishes me. Mythical names. Biblical names. Names that possess an otherworldliness that separates them from reality. And yet there they are now, right before my eyes as I survey the landscape: Jericho, Jerusalem. Across the Dead Sea, close, but just beyond reach. On the drive down from Amman, the driver, Mohammed,
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The Hopeless Unbeliever
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In 1954, my father, then just fifteen years old, made a pilgrimage to Lourdes. It was, by all accounts, a life affirming trip, made all the more memorable by the monumental effort it had taken my father, and his friends from the local youth club, to raise the necessary funds. For three years they had
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Padre Pio
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A few years ago I was holidaying in Sicily, taking in the sights around Mount Etna and the town of Taormina. There are many wonderful memories that can accompany such a trip. Sicily is the kind of place which overwhelms the senses and leaves deep impressions. On this occassion however, the trip became memorable for
