Certain travellers give the impression that they keep moving because only then do they feel fully alive.

We travellers are in very hard circumstances. If we say nothing but what has been said before us we are dull and have observed nothing. If we tell anything new we are laughed at as fabulous and romantic.

All things on earth point home in old October sailors to sea travellers to walls and fences hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds the lover to the love he has forsaken.

Like all great travellers I have seen more than I remember and remember more than I have seen.

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?