It was on this day – 8 July 1965, that I left Ireland and migrated to Canada. Like several million Irish before me, I set off to travel and make my fortune. I had just over £100 in my pocket and all my possessions fitted into a small suitcase, with plenty of room to spare. I was just eighteen and still quite ‘wet behind the ears’.
Since then I have managed to see a great part of the world, but there are still many places in which I would like to spend some time. I may need another fifty years of wandering.
As for my fortune, it is still a work in progress.
And apart from a small collection of books, my few possessions still fit in a small backpack.
I could never be described as a conspicuous consumer…