Family, Island life, Writing

Pushing beyond the swallows at Maoil na nDreas.

The swallows are home from their travels, fountain pen tails inking the sky with stories, polished backs glistening like stars falling from the passing night. They are way too quick to allow me to photograph them but they are making their presence felt, swooping low and daringly along the edge of the patio, their new… Continue reading Pushing beyond the swallows at Maoil na nDreas.


springtime on Rathlin

It's spring in Ireland. It kicks in like clockwork on the 1st of February, St Brigid's day, the spring season running from February to April. I'm in Ireland to greet its impatient arrival, on Rathlin, at my home in Mullindress. And here it is, summoned, the spring peering from a burrow like a rabbit outthinking… Continue reading springtime on Rathlin