Author: Chris Bounds

It is miserable outside. The autumn rains of Galicia have arrived with a vengeance and it’s blowing a gale. If seems appropriate, at the end of a cold and damp day, with the weather...

53 by E. E. Cummings may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them...

53 by E. E. Cummings may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them...

Song of the Open Road BY WALT WHITMAN 1 Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose....

Song of the Open Road BY WALT WHITMAN 1 Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose....

The long day has ended and we are in one of the prettiest towns I have ever been in. We started the day with a glorious dawn as we left the albergue, run by...

I’m sitting in a noisy common room, the fire in the stove is burning, the clothes are drying in racks because is has been so cold and clammy outside, there are fourteen if us...

This won’t reach the internet tonight because the wifi is down in the hostel, but I want to write something tonight even though I am crazy tired after walking nearly 35 km in about...