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!'
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.
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 . . .
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).
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...
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'.
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.
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.
You've got to love the pure energy of these guys, even though for twins they are very uncoordinated . . . One twin refuses to accept the idea of syncronisation and throws in his own random moves with complete abandon. This only adds to the uncontained exuberance of the performance though and you'd have to be very stony hearted not to smile once.