Tales of the journeys of a piecemeal adventurer as a discontinuous narrative
Opening day of the sailing season
Summers on its way
Flags fluttering on a cool clear spring day
Slip the boat for a clean and scrub
S is for sanding
a coat of paint on the hull
getting the old wooden mast ready for a coat of varnish
spruce the old girl up
Summer is almost here
Wanderer
Nomad
Tourist
Walkabout
Gypsy
Expat
Migrant
We all wander
restless exploration of the land
of ourselves
Wander on the earth
wander in our dreams
There is a museum for nomads
In Ethiopia
The nomadic tribes of east Africa
The Mursi
The nomadic pastoralists of Southern Sudan
The Australian Aboriginal walkabout
Wandering for Centuries
And we still wander
Me motorised
On my bike
Over centuries we have signposted
Aids to the wanderer
Food
water
shelter
So the wanderers continue to wander
over the globe
and wanders take different shapes
different scales
different complications
in the modern world
but the wandering is in its essence the same