Thoughts while waiting to walk from Manchester to Rome in 2022
I planned to document a bicycle trip from Cheshire to Kent with images of street art. I imagined this afterword would be drawn from street artists’ words and ideas. Yes, I’d expected that murals and graffiti would be ubiquitous. But no, there was less urban scrawl than I’d expected, especially rare in the heritage parklands of the Peak District. Instead, it was the elusive Chiffchaff that inspired us.
A camera asks a question. The answer is in the image. A photographic dyad.
The colour palette and forms of broccoli are intriguing.
Aren’t we mortal, fragile and perhaps a little afraid?
I’m pleased to write that chapbook subscriptions have gone well. My thanks to all you early movers. You enabled me to confirm the viability of the publication for 2022 and in return for your advance commitments, you secured heavily discounted pricing. I’ll honour that price no matter when you confirm your subscription.
The Wild Atlantic Way
There had been a plan to walk from Manchester to Rome in 2020. It was thwarted by SARS-CoV-2 restrictions in 2020 and again in 2021. I considered walking one of the world’s longest defined coastal routes instead. The Wild Atlantic Way traces the rugged, indented western coast of Ireland, some 2600 km, the same distance as those pilgrim trails the pandemic put beyond reach.
