The Voyage Part 25 – The end – Every end is a new beginning

Travel and Photography


Liz had been dreading the voyage back over the notorious Bay of Biscay. The storm was still on our tail. The sea was choppy, but not as bad as the seven-metre swells going out, these were only five metres. Maybe it was the fact that it wasn’t quite so rough, or that we now had our sea legs, or it could have been the fact that she now took her sea sickness tablets at the right time, but she did not succumb to sea sickness at all.

The trip was ending. The sky leaden grey, rain made the deck slippery for our daily walks, and there were no other destinations. The sun-loungers and back deck were empty of all but a few hardy souls. A bunch of extremely well-clad twitchers valiantly manned the deck near the front but were no longer congregated at the bow; the wind was far too cold and biting. They huddled in the shelter at the side with their array of binoculars and huge camera lenses.

All the passengers were forced inside. It was difficult to find space to read or write but we managed. I sorted the thousands of photos I had snapped and looked back over the whole experience. It had been amazing.

The day before we arrived in Bristol we found ourselves in a dilemma. We were docking later than expected. We’d travelled down by train and there was no way that we could get to the train station in time to catch our train if we followed the disembarkation plan. We had no option but to take the special express method. This meant we could get off the boat as soon as we had docked but we had to manage all our own luggage. This was a nightmare. We each had two huge heavy bags, not only full of two months of dirty clothes and paraphernalia, but also augmented with half a ton of coffee beans and cashew nuts, plus a brewery of alcoholic beverages. On top of that we had cameras, laptops, and enough hand luggage to snap a camel’s legs.

Instead of merely putting our bags out in the corridor for some other poor soul to lug off the boat for us, and having a last relaxed coffee with new friends, we were looking at a nightmare of struggling down a narrow, rickety gangplank with more baggage than we could possibly manage and no assistance.

There was no choice.

We decided to allow fate to take its course. Even though it was impossible we would go with the flow. Somehow it would happen.

It did.

Some people helped – they always do – and we found ourselves on the quay.

With a last look back at the Marco Polo we struggled off to the taxi.

The adventure was over!

Here’s to the next!!!

Merry Solstice!!! Merry Solstice!!!! Merry Solstice!!!

Merry Solstice!!! Merry Solstice!!!! Merry Solstice!!!

Merry Solstice!!! Merry Solstice!!!! Merry Solstice!!!

May the long time sun shine upon you

All love surround

And the pure light inside you

Guide your way on!


Today is the shortest day of the year. After today the days start drawing out. This is the turning point to look to create something great out of the new life.

This was a day of pagan celebration!

The Christians purloined it to make into Christmas but the pagans had it first.

I raise a glass of rich red blood wine to you!!

I wish you all a glorious new year full of great possibility!!!

Here’s to the strengthening Sun!!!

Here’s to a year of great joy and triumph!!


I wish you love, happiness and fulfillment!!

Jeremy Corbyn – Equality, Prosperity, Fairness, Caring, Passion, the Environment, and no spin, no corporate politics. What’s not to like?

jeremy Corbyn

I can hear the Tory Media spinning that it’s a step back to the past. I can hear them saying that he’s too left-wing.

It seems to me that the real step back into the past has been the anti-union policies, the victimisation of the poor and the supporting of the greedy and selfish.

The poor have been paying for the sins of the rich. Austerity hits the bottom. The rich are still getting their multi-million pound bonuses while we suffer pay freezes, pension loses, zero hours contacts and disability cuts.

The world continues to destroy the environment and augment war, hatred and inequality.

This is not a step back into the past – it’s a step forward to a new way of doing things!

I feel the energy! It’s called hope!