Young and free

I look for him everywhere along the gravel road passing Paula’s kiosko on my way to Unquillo My eyes try…

Herding horses

We canter up the hill and the roads and among the grassy hills of the Sierras Chicas We laugh and…

While storm Eunice is working her way through England the flight from Copenhagen to Heathrow is delayed. One hour becomes…

Every other day I climb the gate to the house and go down to the river. I watch the water…

And when she runs free she doesn’t let herself be caught She watches the horses canter across the green grass…

There is a call for the mountains and a silent whisper in my soul only I can hear In Bariloche…

The house lies just at the outskirt of Valladolid on the Yucután peninsula in Mexico. It’s white with red pillars,…

We drive around the Northern Territory in a campervan and sleep underneath the stars and swim in rock pools in…

I see him from behind the main house on my way to the saddle chamber whip the brown and white…

The waves brutally hit the cliffs of Inis Meáin and I can taste the salt of the Atlantic as I…