Taking to the Hills above Broadford

    The view from halfway though a camera doesn't do it anything like justice.  'Shure, the older he got, the dafter he became.'  That was the rather contemptuous epitaph given to a man from the village years ago when he offended the sensibilities of the community by doing things like going to the local... Continue Reading →

Run Free, Meg

Meg, my dearly loved Miniature Yorkie, slipped away quietly last week aged twelve. I got her as a pup and over the twelve years she was with me, she accompanied me everywhere,except on the occasions I went abroad for short holidays. Clever and quick to learn, she exhibited the usual Yorkie traits of having a... Continue Reading →

And So, the Year Passed…

    In June, Diarmuid and Siobhan help me launch my debut collection of short stories, Cry of the Curlew and Other Stories. Am I the only one who feels melancholic, even morbid, on New Year's Eve? Surely not! As I sit here by a crackling fire, with Meg, my little elderly Yorkie, stretched out... Continue Reading →

A Famine Is Announced

I must have somehow missed the announcement but signs of its veracity are everywhere. Going into a supermarket is like entering under the portals of a madhouse where only the fittest and most brazen survive. I was nearly knocked over yesterday by a self drive trolley. Well, I thought it was self drive but as... Continue Reading →

Richmond Barracks, Richmond Barracks?

One of the least known buildings in the history of 1916 is Richmond Barracks in Inchicore. So little known is it, in fact, that our taxi driver delivered us to the old Richmond Hospital, a completely different building and a completely different address. Very symbolic, we thought as he reset his gauge to the right... Continue Reading →

Ladies’ Day Out

Always when school beckons, a group of us go off for a day's jaunt and this year, we decided to take a trip to Glengariffe and out to Garnish Island. Oddly enough, while I have been in Glengariffe over the years, I had never ventured across to Garnish. Meeting in Ballincollig we set off  quite... Continue Reading →

A Bicycle Jaunt

We'd been threatening to go on a long(ish) cycle for weeks and at last, we were ready to go. There were only intermittent squally showers, Nora was newly returned from Australia, the bikes had been pumped to within an inch of their, well,er, lives so there was nothing stopping us. The bikes were loaded, securely... Continue Reading →

A Rip-Roaring Weekend in Store For Us

As the summer days merge into August, thoughts invariably turn to return to school, the appearance of the short evening and and the long dark winter. If you don't believe me, listen in on a few shop conversations and you'll soon realise I'm right. One man I was talking to earlier in the week warned... Continue Reading →

Lounging about in West Cork

Spent a lovely weekend in West Cork taking in both the Skibberean Arts Festival and the sights around the Mizen. On Saturday,  Unnamed  Friend and myself took ourselves off to Skibberean Town Hall for a day of drama. Over the course of the day, an English company Theatre in the Fields presented four shows, two straight drama... Continue Reading →

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