Christenings and Weddings - two of the purest, most joyous occasions we celebrate. How lucky am I to have a christening to attend this Saturday and a wedding to go to in two weeks time? Very lucky, but slightly tortured by multiple fashion dilemmas . . .
I'm just back from a heartwarming trip to my hometown of Swansea, where I caught up with family, dipped my toe into the Dylan Thomas Centenary Celebrations, and ate a ridiculous amount of food!
Cork has become one of my favourite places to escape to - not that I need to escape very often. It's just that when...
Last Thursday (March 6th) was World Book Day and I celebrated by treating myself to three new books: 'The American' by Martin Booth, 'Killing the Shadows' by Val McDermid' and 'Ghost Light' by Joseph O'Connor.
Having battled the rain for days, it was a blessing to see the sun for a few hours last week, as Hubs and I brought my visiting sister to see Swiss Cottage and Cahir Castle. Of course, we had our rain coats at the ready, but as we admired the outside of the cottage, its charms were highlighted by the warmth and glow of sunshine.
My husband and I don't go out that often, as we live in the countryside. But we do love live music and had been talking about going to West Cork for a couple of years. When I saw that the 'Harvest Moon Festival' was taking place in Schull, I thought 'Hey, this is our excuse!'
I've lived in Waterford for nearly five years now, and up until last weekend, I had never experienced the Spraoi Festival. I had heard lots about it and had been intrigued, but I must admit, I'm not a big crowd person and I'm a bit of a wuss when it comes to outdoor events plus torrential downpours. But this year, I took a good look at the Spraoi programme (and the weather forecast), determined to find a suitable event to attend. I found Delreves.
This summer is turning into a bit of a filmfest for me! There really is nothing to watch on TV, so hubs and I have been settling down in front of a mix of fims, including The Wolverine and Wreck it Ralph.
We were in Waterford when we got the call. It was Mum-in-law, phoning to tell us that the gardens at Mount Congreve would be open to the public, that afternoon. As we were on the way back from a business shopping trip to my husband's office, work beckoned. But the gardens demanded our attention. We had never seen them. It would be something to blog about.