Here you will find my traveller’s tales, wherever it is I go, however far.
Like many, whose paths I cross out there in the real world or here on site, I harbour an ambition to ‘see the world’. I know, even in my hometown, there is no way I can see it all, and by the time I do, the rest will have changed. So, my reflections on my travels, such as they are, are snapshots in time, memories, events etched on my mind, shuffled with the dreams and imaginations all adventures inspire.
I was born in the mid fifties in Dublin. Once a year, the family holiday would take us further afield, to such exotic destinations as Bray, Tralee, Newport and Bundoran. My first time abroad was a family holiday in Paris in 1971. After that I was hooked. Not just that I needed to gawk at the sites one ‘must see’, though I do that too, but there are always stories and atmospheres that intrude, songs and poems suggest themselves, visions form in the mind and lodge in dreams. At Le Bourget airport on my way home, back there in 71, I picked up a newspaper to read of the death that morning, of Jim Morrison, lead singer with The Doors. This established the place in time, making an unlikely connection between one place and a person, and all their work and music.
And so it goes. The world is ours and the world I see is mine. We all experience things in a different way, and this is what I want to share, with these blogs I post and the many wonderful blogs I read.
I also write fiction and some elements of this slip into my traveller’s tales. And vice versa. I have published one novel, The Testimony of Virginia McCabe, and three collections of short stories, most recently Kings on the Roof. From when I was very young I have been fascinated by art and artists. An art student in my twenties, I have been channelling back there over the last few years. My paintings frequently feature in these blogs. All part of the expression of experience; which is what xxharrison is about.