The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
By William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
This year’s Black Sheep Bandit van adventures have been very different from the madness of last year’s escapades. The big change has been separating the daygame (in Russia) and the van living. I’ve found an idyllic spot on an island in Finland to park up when I’m not on my seduction missions across the border.
So far less driving or sleeping in city centre car parks. It’s blissful being in the cabin-like van next to the water with just the sound of seagulls and waves. Life slows down when I’m here – I walk through forests, collect firewood, read, watch the stars. It’s the perfect balance to the madness of daygame missions when I’m in Russia.
Island life costs me almost nothing. Very little fuel because I’m not driving much. Free electricity from my solar panels. Water from a nearby boat dock. I’ve only filled up my gas tank for the stove once this year. Food is the only expenditure but there’s a cheap supermarket not far.
As a spotty teenager in Wales I often read the W.B Yeats poem about lakeside life and daydreamed about it coming true. Well here I am, twenty something years later, in my cabin by the water with a deep feeling of contentment that has taken me by surprise.