Leaving the mouth of the harbour, I reluctantly turned to view my adopted home for one last time. I marvelled at the beauty of the small fishing village at night as the lights reflected like twinkling stars upon the calm water. My mind returned to that night visit so many years ago when I first found this place or to be truthful, when this place found me.

I had been on a journey to nowhere, my focus not on my destination, but on putting distance between me and my past. I recall with total clarity the moon as it beamed its bright light across the Wild Atlantic Ocean and the cool breeze as it danced along the water almost guiding me into the harbour. You might say I was travelling, but in reality, I was wondering. I was escaping the open sea. Escaping life…