The long journey home.
Ras Route 2014. 8 mornings of suffering. 8 night of seisuns. "So I had to leave from my country of birth As for each child grown tall Another lies in the earth. And for every rail we laid in the loam There's a thousand miles of the long journey home. But as you ascend the ladder Look out below where you tread For the colors bled as they overflowed Red, white and blue Green, white and gold" - Elvis Costello, A Long Journey Home. I know, it's a tired old adage: "Home is where the heart is." Well, I've have seen enough of the world, am old enough, and have a slow-beating heart Celtic enough to be quite certain that Ireland will always be my 'spiritual 'home' - a quite audacious claim from a guy who can only claim to having spent a handful of days actually on the emerald isle over the past fifty years. But mine is the unshakable certainty that comes from a being born into a Irish family who landed in the ...