Lost Days: Extremadura

In an olive grove in Extremadura, the winter sun warming my face, the Serins and Sparrows chirping around me, playfully darting from apple tree to persimmon to olive, the undulating velvety green hills in the distance… I sit, motionless. Time drifts over me like air, thoughts come and go gently and I bask in the… Continue reading Lost Days: Extremadura

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The Swim: Catalonia

It’s the lying back… it takes a while you see; to truly trust the sea. For me it happens slowly – inch-by-inch – that relaxing my body into salty water. As it gently laps against my face I am still aware of a tension in my neck, conscious that I am holding my head defiantly;… Continue reading The Swim: Catalonia

This Nomadic Life

I am sleeping (or not) in my car, which is parked up in France overlooking the Atlantic. Everything I need for three months is in the car with me and the feeling of freedom this thought brings elates me from deep within. The waves are crashing in the background; that and the sound of my… Continue reading This Nomadic Life