Next stop

England, Europe, Motorbikes, photography, Poetry, Spain

Bilbao

Spain

Passionate Spain

Gateway to Galicia

Another Celtic nation

The night ferry said goodbye to England

Departing Portsmouth

Along the coast of France

Across the Bay of Biscay

The often wild sea a mill pond on this crossing.

Its night

The morning brings Spain

Ready to catch the ferry to Bilbao with fellow bikers

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Back on the Celtic Ray

Adventure, history, photography, Poetry, Scotland, travel, United Kingdom

Back in Glasgow

The light

The buildings have a new feel

Sight

Texture

I’ve been touched by the Celtic Ray (the Awen)

Harris Tweed Cap made on the Shetland Islands

‘Ireland, Scotland, Brittany and Wales
I can hear the mothers’ voices calling
“Children, children, children”

Listen Jimmy! I want to go home.
Listen Jimmy! I want to go home.
I’ve been away from the Ray too long
I’ve been away from the Ray too long’ – words by Van Morrison

My heritage is Irish, my great grand parents migrating to Kalgoorlie in the 1890s

Part of the Irish diaspora.

But spending time in the north of Scotland has put me on the Celtic Ray

John O’Groats

Fishing harbour John O’Groats

Touched by the Celtic Ray

Glasgow has a new light.

I found the Glasgow Enlightenment

And the fact the the world’s first Afro-American doctor was trained in Glasgow by slavery abolitionists. He was James Mcune-Smith.

I have been away from the Ray too long