After recent years of sedentary life, and of the welcome stillness and peace of being home, I miss the open road. I had planned to take a road trip out to Winnipeg in September, but alas, cars are expensive beasts to keep and the means I needed to take the trip ate up all my funds.

I've had the privilege to travel across the southern part of Canada in my lifetime (BC to NS), I've driven through 48 states and the height and breadth of Ireland. Road trips have been my family vacations, pilgrimages, adventures and travelling for work. They make up a huge number of my best memories.

When I first drove across the US on my own, I wanted to see who I was as I travelled. Which pieces stuck, and which pieces fell away. From coast to coast and border to border I drove. I miss those long, lonely, wonderful stretches of road with only my thoughts for company.