Moleskine Memories – I have been constantly travelling since 1996. An ever present companion has been my Moleskine notebook beautifully made and sturdy. I don’t write a diary as such – just catch thoughts and ideas and moments when I can. In some sense they form the raw material for my songs and other writing. I have got over 20 of these now which I have bequeathed to my daughter Lucy-Jane when I go. This entry made me smile - written in a 4 x 4 in Namibia a few years ago
After a week in bush of Northern Namibia near the Botswana border we are heading to the Erongo mountains. I'm sitting in semi-conscious reverie in the Toyota 4x4, headphones on listening to the Fleet Foxes, gazing at the hills on the far horizons across the sweltering bush, The road very straight and slowly rising before us. I have an incredible sense that this is a particular recurring moment of my story: in the back of Dad’s car on his enormous none-stop journeys across across Europe to the Dolomites, Trieste and Lake Bled; the endless early Greyhound bus trip from Georgia through Tennessee Arizona to the West Coast; Autoroute Blanc rising up to the magnificent Alps; the dusty red dusty run to Imlil in Morocco. A life of endless journeying.
Excerpt from A Little Nostalgia for Freedom by Steve Bonham
(published by Matador and available on Amazon etc. )
‘Be wild, be strong, be experimental, travel with companions and take the first step. These are the rules of the road.’
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Invictus, William Ernest Henley