I Left A Part Of Me On The West Coast

No matter how cold,
Or how harsh the weather,
Even with the midges,
And the quiet shelter,
The west coast calls me.

Between the rocks,
Hidden in the glens,
Waiting to be found,
Are all the people,
That make up the coast.

No matter the hustle,
And the inevitable bustle,
Of each city around,
There is a calm waiting,
Up on the west coast.

Where the people are friendly,
And the towns are few,
Where the lines with nature,
Are all but blurred,
You will find a peaceful life.

And when you have gone,
You will wish to go back,
Knowing forever more,
You will have left a part of you,
Up on the west coast.

Achmelvich Bay

There is a bay,
Miles away,
Over the hills,
And down the braes,
In the Highlands,
A world away.
Where the sun,
Wind and rain,
Falls in a one,
All in a day,
On the beach,
Of Achmelvich bay.

Winds Of Change

The air has turned cold,
The nights are darker,
The fall of the leaves,
Is almost over.
People grow tired,
The world grows weary,
Some people think winter,
And just go teary.
The lonely find Christmas,
Too much to bare,
And sometimes it seems,
People just don’t care.
Find someone who needs,
Someone who could use you,
Stretch out a hand,
And let them know they’re not alone.
Winter happens to us all,
It makes us cold,
And makes us scowl,
Some worse than others.
So this is my plea,
My Christmas wish,
Find someone who needs you,
And give them a hug and a kiss.

The Lindt Time of Year

This time of year,
Bring about good cheer,
With Lindt and yule,
And all things getting cool,
Grab a Galaxy,
Hot chocolate with me,
And let’s count down,
To the new year.

Homeward Bound

So long ship,
It’s been fun,
I’ve seen the sea,
I’ve seen the sun,
Visited the history,
Visited the modern,
Found the lost,
Not mist a post,
Now back to port,
Back to the flight,
Back to the UK,
Before the end of the day,
Homeward bound,
Through Palma again,
Here I come Briton,
Counting down to touch down.

Barcelona On Our Own

Let’s ditch the guide,
And go it alone,
Take a look at the history,
Get to know the unknown,
Find interesting architecture,
Taste new food,
Let’s see Barcelona,
Just as you should.


Well here I am,
In Monaco with my man,
Hobnobbing with the rich,
Sight seeing near the famous,
Riding around the track,
Where the Grand Prix is.

Pisa With Me

From history,
To culture,
I’m in Pisa,
You see,
Do you wish,
You were here,
With me?
Taking it all in,
The sun on my skin,
The wind at my back,
Friends by my side,
Fiancé with me,
I’m loving this holiday.


Day three,
A day of history,
Nearly 2000 years,
Since the flattening,
Of a city by the sea,
By the mountain of the Gods,
Spewing ash as smoke.
Pompeii is a dust trap,
But is not boring in any way,
Vesuvius is no better,
But at least it keeps,
The horizon company.
I can’t think,
Of a better thing,
To do today,
Than see the old sights,
And climb the earth’s peaks
To learn something new,
And see something old,
There’s nothing better,
I think you’ll agree.

Silly Sicily and Mount Etna

Is it really so silly,
To want to visit Sicily?
I don’t think so,
And here I am today,
Next stop before I leave,
To climb a hot head,
And see the horizon,
From a volcano rim,
Mount Etna here I come.

Meet the Captain

It is not very common,
To get to meet a captain,
One who rules,
And tames the waves,
From his spot,
Up high in the ship,
With a thousand people,
Below the spot that is his.
A suit well pressed,
A look to impress,
A smile to enlighten,
A voice to calm,
It is not often,
You meet a captain,
So take advantage,
And grab a snap,
From another’s vantage.

Jetset Getset

Jetset Getset,
Off we go,
flying high,
Up in the sky,
Above the clouds,
To escape crowds,
As we head,
Down to the Med.