Sadly, no ‘Westernmost Point’ marker. Also, no one around to take my photograph so you get a ‘selfie’ and some stylised shots.
There were times, at bedtime, when my daddy
Told the one lonely tale which he knew best,
The sino-story Journey to the West,
With its Magi heroes, Monk and Monkey.
Here I stand, having chased my father’s voice,
Rock under my feet, waves against the rock,
And waves all through the line of nine o’clock:
At journey’s end, there is only one choice.
I revolve around and roll the steps back
Through the path and through moments in my mind:
Regret, not compass, dictates direction.
All that I once did appears on the track,
Alongside all that I once wished to find.
Eastward I walk, in prayerful oblation.
Some bonus photographs: here are a couple taken on the road between Kilchoan and Ardnamurchan Point.
More bonus photographs: here are a couple taken on the same road, a part of my ‘Animal Family Portraits’ series (joking!).
The entire collection of poems from this project was published by Eyewear in 2016. Only a sample of the 78 poems remain accessible on this website.
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Congratulations Tony. I love Ardnamurchan and I’m pleased you do too. Enjoy the return leg.
Thanks Will. Ardnamurchan has been an awe-inspiring discovery for me and regardless of anything else which eventuates, has already made the effort and foolishness of the whole walk worthwhile. Glencoe next up, and after that, I should be past the most difficult stages!