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.
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.
It's nearly Christmas! Cue demented 'Slade' like roar (indicating blind panic). You see, I'm having trouble prioritising at the moment. I've got a Christmas...
I got my first taste of the Lismore Immrama Festival of Travel Writing at the weekend. Despite the name, the festival is not just about travel and offers a wide variety of events, with something to interest everyone. As I've recently been reading 'The Famine in Waterford', I decided to attend a lecture by Donald Brady, who assisted in the editing of that particular publication. The lecture focused on the Watercolour Society of Ireland, a group of 6 strong and talented women, led by founding member: Frances Currey.
This year, Poetry Day Ireland was made all the more special by my participation in Label Lit: an innovative project, bringing poetry to the people, devised by Poet and Artistic Director, Maria McManus. For 2019, the project was given extra impact with the addition of sound! All fifty participating poets recorded their poems of place and they were added to a digital Poetry M'app and to Soundcloud. Poets also received 20 coloured labels each and were instructed to place them in and around the area their poem was inspired by.
The Queen's Diamond Jubilee is upon us (in fact it has been for the last four days), talk about making the most of an occasion! Despite the enthusiasm of the British public I do wonder if it's a case of 'God Save the Queen' or 'Thank God for an extra Bank Holiday'.
I'm just back from a trip home to Wales where I attended the wedding of a close friend, took a day-trip to Hay-on-Wye and experienced 'spectating gold' by watching the Olympic Opening Ceremony!
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!
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.