“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
– St. Augustine
I have not tread distant lands. I have seen them in my imagination.
Through the travels of my favourite writers, I have seen the world.
In my mind’s eye, I’ve seen never-ending expanse of sea stretching from Xanadu to the pleasure dome at Kubla Khan.
I’ve lived amongst the wild and unforgiving moorlands of Wuthering Heights.
I’ve leant to live rough in Victorian England, avoiding the attention of the authorities, following the example of my good friends Oliver Twist and the Artful Dodger.
Through the lens of my favourite photographers, I have seen the world – without even leaving my living room.
I have experienced in a day what Andrew Whyte and his Lego companion took a whole year to see.
I have felt the dangerous embrace of a wild boar in the untouched forests of Moscow with Katerina Plotnikova.
I have lived a lifetime through the print and through the lens.
But I will experience another world, perhaps even more exotic, through my own travels.