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.
I'm a regular at the circus, since moving to Ireland four years ago. My Mum-in-Law's field provides the perfect base for visiting circuses and means that Hubs and I get free tickets! Circus Gerbola was the latest troupe of entertainers to settle in for the weekend.
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 weekend was pretty different, inspiring me to write about a cluster of experiences. I have been surprised by the weather, intriguing landscapes, an historic building and a local festival. The fun began with a picnic overlooking stunning views on the way to Clonmel (see pic).
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.
My husband and I don't seem to be able to visit Wales without dedicating a day to Hay-on-Wye and all its beautiful bookshops! This time, myself and 'bump' prepared ourselves for much walking and browsing, with the blessed relief of comfy reading chairs along the way . . .
I'm congratulating myself on a birthday well celebrated! Taking my cue from Usher, who recently announced on the Graham Norton show that he has 'a birthday week', I began my birthday celebrations on Sunday 28th October and ended them on Sunday 4th November!
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!
When I was 12 years old a Harvest Festival meant a meagre scraping together of tangerines, potatoes and a tin of beans. Items would be deposited at the front of the school hall by each bewildered child, wondering why they had to part with their lunch. Many years later Waterford has shown me exactly what a Harvest Festival should mean.