STRÁINSÉAR | Guy Dickinson and Alison Morris

‘Salt off the sea whets the blades of four winds. They peel acres of locked rock, pare down a rind of shrivelled ground; bull-noses are chiselled on cliffs.’  Seamus Heaney, from ‘Synge on Aran’     No matter the point of origin and regardless of...

A DAY’S JOURNEY INWARD | J.M. Golding

“Passage through a landscape echoes or stimulates the passage through a series of thoughts” Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust In British English, the word journey often means the most ordinary travel; for example, a commute to work. In contemporary American...

NOTHING THERE | Stephen Segasby

“The real voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” – Marcel Proust There was ‘Nothing There’. I went for a walk into the hills of a desert on a volcanic Island through the middle of the day. I wanted to...