““Consume my heart away; sick with desire, and fastened to a dying animal it knows not what it is…” The lines above, and the title, are taken from the W. B. Yeats Poem Sailing to Byzantium. In my 20s,

It starts like a joke: Two conch shells head-to-head running down the beach. Inhabited of course – I didn’t know until I asked – by crustaceans. A disguise I was told, by a member of staff. We inhabit

As an introductory post, I’ll share some things that I think may help people out there feeling the need to ‘get out’, leave, pick up and go, and yet feel they don’t necessarily have the educational background