Merry Xmas from Palm Springs, California | Files: The Long Wander | Tags: ,

Sure, this little desert adventure includes long car rides at high speed in the middle of the night (what road trip doesn’t?) but the week’s been more PG than Gonzo, and generally unfit for a rant of angst and confusion. The big deal is chill time with family. This trip […]

On the Beach in Hoek van Holland | Files: Public, The Long Wander | Tags:

I sit on a white sand beach in Hoek van Holland, my toes in the sand as the sun burns off the morning fog. It’s early afternoon and a warm breeze dances with the grasses while crows walk pick at seaweed and white birds highgrad the tide pools. Tugs and […]

Dead Tired in York | Files: The Long Wander | Tags: ,

Something happened this morning, and I’m tired. I’m going to sit down in York for the weekend. It’s a lovely city by the way: Small, walkable, energentic, creative, attractive. Everything I’d look for, though it may be a bit too affluent/yuppie for my specific taste (but I could be pursuaded). […]

The Sun Shines in Glasgow | Files: The Long Wander | Tags:

I got into Glasgow from the Isle of Skye last night. The sun is shining on me again. It’s a little jarring to be back in a city after the island life of the last couple weeks. Below the fold is a July picture from a turkish bath (“hamam”). What […]

Orkney to Shetland | Files: The Long Wander | Tags: , , ,

It’s 1pm on a Sunday and before me sits a sniff of Highland Park Scotch and a cup of instant coffee. I’m in a Kirkwall pub called ‘Auto Hoose’, frequented by Westray folk. The rowdies are warmed up and moving into 3rd gear but my gut is tender. I’ve been […]

Oh Lord, I'm Stuck in Kirkwall Again | Files: The Long Wander | Tags: , , , ,

I’m still in Orkney. Kirkwall, actually. Orkney Islanders populated the area of Canada known as Arcadia, were chased out because of some concerns about their loyalty, and moved to French Louisiana where they are known as Cajuns. Things went a little sideways last night so I’m in a rough shape, […]

Kirkwall, Orkney | Files: The Long Wander | Tags: , ,

I’m in Kirkwall on the main island of the Orkneys, off the north coast of Scotland. It’s a windswept isle of stone age settlements, peace and quiet. The people are gentle, the fisherman are crazy and there is a sense of a deeper spiritual connection to the land; the weather […]

The Sheep Are Watching Me | Files: The Long Wander | Tags: , , , ,

All the sheep are looking at me. They communicate. Every last one is paying attention (maybe pretending not to). They line up and stagger and shield each other, so all can see and important ones are protected from the threat I may pose. Then the sick one is brought to […]

To Hamnavoe (Orkney) | Files: The Long Wander | Tags: , ,

A shark surfaced in Scrabster Bay, reminding us of the vital sealife of the isles. On the passage to Stromeness I saw Johnathan Livingston Seagull surfing the updrafts from the wake of the ferry. Past the western cliffs of Hoy and the Old Man of Hoy into at little bay. […]