May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Traditional Celtic Blessing
‘What shall I play?’ There is a distinct unsteadiness in his movements as he approaches us and takes Florian’s recently vacated seat at the piano; no doubt he’s come directly from Hild Bede’s college bar next door. I exchange a nervous glance with Sonja and Sören, concerned for the welfare of the musical instrument in … More Travel: the other way round