There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain, Where patriot battle has been fought, where glory had the gain; There is a pleasure on the heath where Druids old have been, Where mantles grey have rustled by and swept the nettles green;
There is a joy in every spot made known by times of old, New to the feet, although each tale a hundred times be told; There is a deeper joy than all, more solemn in the heart, More parching to the tongue than all, of more divine a smart,
A few of my favourite photos from my travels, near and far.
Wherever you go, go with all your heart.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.