The Dorset Downs in the swing of summer is a glorious place to be; even better when you have the company of an old friend. But Joyce and AP found that a wander through the woods can become a haunting stroll along memory lane.
“Keep your heart in the suitcase and your eyes on the road,” were Paul Joyce’s parting comments about visiting Ireland as he left the office with a weekend case in one hand and his trusty camera in the other. The Galway Arts Festival had piqued his interest to return to the land of his ancestral roots; from Chekhov to Matisse to the resplendent Ashford Castle, the romance of Galway was hard to resist.
Written and illustrated by Paul Joyce.
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