On some of the more picturesque bus routes in the central Lakes, if you can secure the panoramic window seat at the front of the top deck, you are in for a treat as...
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An Audience with Fuji San Fuji San chooses. Not you. Oft hidden idol. You must watch, wait, pray. Mount Fuji is more than a mountain. It is a sacred mountain and must be...
A dandelion clock catches my eye. I must have seen a thousand and noticed none. Until now. I stop. Look. Contemplate. How do they tell the time? Watching the dandelion...
Temple of Consumption Shiny temple burns not incense but city waste. Shrine to consumption. At the end of Hiroshima’s main boulevard there’s a dazzling building that’s...
During a month in Samoa we were fortunate to spend a week on a deserted beach. Well almost deserted. The illusion of an empty paradise was somewhat challenged by the guy...
When Granny Fell Out of the Overhead Locker When Granny fell out of the locker on the flight to Tenerife the steward said she’d be safer securely stored under my seat...
Lantern Festival Light has never been so heavy, companionship never so weightless. It started with one man, with one lantern, in one fishing town, somewhere in Japanese...
I didn’t find out there was an International #PillowFightDay until it was almost over. But it wasn’t too late. So I woke the kids up for some moonlight...
Heavenly Cloud Fear of data loss? Seek blessing at I.T. shrine, for Godly back-up. There seems to be a shrine for everything in Japan. Pay your respects, make your...
Standing at the bus stop can take you off on flights of the imagination. Waiting for a Lakeland bus in Grasmere is more comfortable in the rain if you huddle under the...
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Kirstie Pelling
Kirstie is the creative force and chief poet in residence of poetinmotion.org She is available for residencies, as a conference poet and wedding poet. She is also co-founder of The Family Adventure Project and a regular contributor to many online travel communities.
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