Scotiana

I was making for Havre-Saint-Pierre.
When I told that to the bus-driver, he said:
‘It’s the end of the road. Can’t go any farther than that. It’s the end of the road.’
Two Indian youths got on the bus at the same time as myself (..)
‘Where you makin’ for?’
‘Havre-Saint-Pierre.’
‘That’s the end of the road.’
‘So they tell me.’
‘Got friends [...]

During his journey to Quebec, about thirty years ago, which he relates so unforgettably in The Blue Road, Kenneth White stops at Sept-Îles, a turning point on his road to the most remote and wildest places of Labrador. He lingers some time there, making friends and sharing life with a few Amerindians he has met [...]

A colder spell had set in. It had been a summery Autumn, but now suddenly there was a sharp Winter’s bite in the air.
‘November chill blaws lood wi’ angry sugh…’
Funny how a line of Robert Burns should come into my head. Maybe the ghost of some Scotsman who trekked up here before me? I was [...]

I’ve always delighted in the reading of old geographers and explorers.You feel in their texts the first tentative steps, see the earliest visions, register the initial astonishment at the appearance of the world in all its phenomenal strangeness.
(Kenneth White – ‘Along the Atlantic Coast’ – The Wanderer and his Charts – 2004)

In the morning, I’m [...]

After the road, the trees… After the trees, unknown territory… After that, nothing at all.

(Louis Ferdinand Celine quoted by Kenneth White in The Blue Road)

Hi everybody! I’m very happy to be back with you on our blue road… ages seem to have passed since I have told you about our marvellous whales watching zodiac cruise [...]