Sheer from the sea
In 1916, in the middle of the First World War, Louis Golding sailed passed Ithaca. Minds were on other things...
Spring-time welcome
My heart also expands at the spring-time welcome of where I live and where I visit. Here, the detail of...
Appetite for the absolute
Perhaps the enduring attraction to island life isn't just to get away from the rest of it, or to enjoy...
As subtle as scent
A simple simile. Â While some scents are not subtle, my husband's endeavours to teach me the mysteries of wine aromas...
Wind Island
The first edition of this book I found, at a flea market, was a French translation, and it took me...
Rock-hole glory
A memorable image of a glorious, dreadful creature hanging out in weather-gouged holes in rocks.
'Nothing can really...
Mist-hung mountains
For ten years or so, Gavin Maxwell spent as much time as he could living in a remote cottage in...
Puffins on a dance floor
By the time you finish reading Sea Room, you may or may not have fallen in love with the Shiant...
Far-away conches
Enticing, that 'rumour', a faint whisper from a distant conch, echoes of the sea rebounding around the ravine. And those...
Milk-blue sky
I hope you find time, now and then, to lie in the long grass while birds fly above you, and...
Crossing the long-haired sea
This poem by the seventh century Irish poet-monk Beccán mac Luigdech captures the ruggedness and exhilaration of crossing rampant seas...
As softly as …
What a place, what a time, the two idyllic years Durrell spent in Rhodes after the war. His account is...
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