It was by coracle that the early Celts made journeys on the sea roads of their time. A coracle is a tiny vessel, yet it is sufficient to carry one soul on a whole voyage.

This collection of poems is about voyages, both real and figurative; journeys of many kinds. It is about facing danger and doubt with faith - against all the odds.

A poem from 'Coracle':

'IONA'

And God said: Let there be a place made of stone.
Out off the west of the world,
Roughed nine months by gale,
Rattled in Atlantic swell.
A place that rouses each Easter
With soft blessings of flowers
And shocks of white shell sand;
A place found only sometimes
By those who have lost their way.