By Bill Watkins
In his moment paintings in a trilogy concerning the Celtic identification, Watkins mingles poetry, background, and music with tall and precise stories of his adventures within the Scottish Highlands. even if shanghaied on a boat to the Arctic Circle, looking for gold within the mountains, sinking a docked barge, capturing the breeze with ghosts at a pub, or bedazzling neighbors with druid magic, Watkins retains readers on their feet as he dances us via his days and nights as a tender guy discovering his manner throughout the international. From the roaring seas to the verdant Scottish geographical region, Watkins tackles his rugged environs with reliable humor and smarts in this final trip of maturation and self-discovery.
Bill Watkins is the writer of the publication feel best-seller A Celtic Childhood. Watkins used to be born in Birminghamin 1950 right into a Welsh/Irish relatives. either one of his mom and dad have been conventional singers. He discovered to play the tin whistle, guitar, banjo, mandolin, and mess around as a formative years, and has been acting ever due to the fact that. As a tender guy he made his dwelling on frieght and fishing ships. Watkins has gained a number of awards for his poetry, and has contributed quite a few articles to Private Eye, a satirical journal within the U.K., and the Glasgow Herald.
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