Ducklings, cygnets on the verge of becoming swans, adult swans - these were the sights that met my eyes as I arrived in Cahir, County Tipperary, last Friday. The cygnets were like mousy adolescents - unsure of themselves in the company of swans, but brave enough to chase a duckling or two! Hubs and I couldn't resist a riverside stroll.
I wanted to go to the sea, realised I hadn't been in almost a year. Why? I love the sea. I grew up with...
Mahon Falls is a place I go to find peace. It is characterised by mountains, stubborn sheep (with horns like celtic knots), rushes, greenery, gushing water and pure air. Well, the air is usually pure. On this occasion a group of smokers gathered in front of our just parked car, obscuring the view and lending smoke to the fresh and clear atmosphere.
Whenever my husband and I return home from an evening out, we catch sight of a lost looking animal at the side of the road. A couple of days ago we saw a fox cub; his ruddy fur, fanned out from his face like a mane. Seconds later, he fled into the bushes, the tip of his tail signalling a hasty farewell.
I hope I'm not going to jinx Waterford by saying this but we seem to have escaped the snow. That's not to say Jack Frost hasn't shaken us firmly by the numb hand. We did experience a gentle flurry yesterday, but it never looked close to delivering the full horror of a snowstorm.
Well, I think we can safely say the summer is here. Never mind the rain, like last year, we have swallow chicks and baby bunnies residing in our garden. It was Hubs who spotted the first rabbit, darting under our shed.
Our first family holiday - myself, hubs, our baby, and The Cliffs of Moher. Although the weather was rather grey and an edgy wind accompanied us, it seemed fitting as we breathed in the landscape, the sheer scale of the cliffs and their brooding, domineering presence. Tourists swarmed in all directions. Any time we paused to take a photo, a person appeared beside us.
A 'Live for the Moment' Philosophy only works if you can persuade your other half to believe in it too. That's what I found...
This year Father's Day was bitter sweet. I didn't get to spend the day with my Dad but I did come face to face with a wagtail who gave me the wisdom of wildlife.
Hubs and I got lost on one of our Countryside drives last week. Although it took us by surprise and I felt as though...
As a child, I always associated aquariums with magic. There is certainly a mysterious quality to creatures who live underwater and it can be fascinating to see them up close and learn about their habits. Galway Atlantaquaria gave us our first opportunity to introduce our baby daughter to some of these creatures.
I refuse to do 'The January Blues' this year. Not interested. Instead, I'm following a rainbow, not literally, of course. I know all that 'Wizard of Oz' stuff isn't real. But, in a murky month like January colours take on a greater significance.
As February hovers on the horizon, I'm seeing out January with a few treats to counter the wind, rain and wintry showers.
I'm always looking for something to watch on these quiet winter nights - particularly now that I've read all the books I was given for Christmas. For me, BBC 1's 'Hidden Kingdoms' is a current highlight.
If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you may have heard me mention my new family of three - the swallow chicks! Ok, so they're not quite mine, but as their nest is situated just a few feet from my door I have adopted the 'watchful aunty' role and I think we're beginning to bond!
I'm missing Swansea this week; the place, the feel, my family and friends back home. I enjoy life in Ireland but sometimes I just get this ache . . . It's probably because it's over four months since my last visit.
When the sand draws you down to its grainy heart, you have to keep control of your feet, lift them, before they sink completely. This, I found out while walking on the beach at Ardmore with my husband and baby daughter. I was posing for a lighthearted picture and somehow my daughter's buggy stayed firm, while the sand crept up over my ballet pumps.
I've been back to Killonerry, reflecting, relaxing and spotting the sights of summer. As I let my mind wander a trio of dogs came into sight, a lean and rangy lurcher, a cheeky black terrier and a bouncy, sandy-coloured Alsation cross.
I've been braving the elements again, shimmying in the summer rain, rocking the latest waterproof fashions, discovering riverside wildlife.I know how to live in these conditions (well, I've had plenty of practice over the soggy years).
I've been seeing wild rabbits everywhere, in people's gardens, at the side of the road, emerging from woodland. None of them have been white or have caused me to fall into a pit and hallicinate so I think I'm safe enough ;) .