Seven Miles of Steel Thistles

A very long time ago in my late teens, I wrote a book with the rather unimaginative title ‘The Magic Forest’ which was (quite rightly) never...

Like the smell of woodsmoke – which always takes me back to a narrow sun-striped Majorcan street lined with tall houses, silent in the after...

The traditional Old Irish voyage tales known as immrama mostly tell of voyages towards the west, the traditional (European) direction fo...