No Snow just Soup and the Jack Frost Handshake
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.
Bonmahon Waves and the Thrill of Les Mis
I went for an invigorating stroll on Bonmahon beach over the weekend. I also faced my fears of dissolving into a public cacophony of tears, by going to see Les Mis. I am nothing, if not a survivor!
Following A Rainbow, Birds and The Blues
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.
The Lazy Way to Winter Watch
You know me, I’m ahead of the trend. I’m already Winter Watching, way before BBC’s Winter Watch even hits our screens. I’m definitely watching, because I’m not moving very much. In fact, I’m sitting shotgun in the car with Hubs at the wheel, while I swivel my head to my heart’s content.
The Ginger Kitten and Queen of the Doorstep
The Ginger Kitten and Queen of the Doorstep. I saw the sweetest little ginger kitten the other day. She was snuggled up to her Mum on the mat outside my in-laws’ house. As soon as my husband and I approached, she ran underneath a nearby stool, peeking from her new safe spot and mewing piteously. …
The Story of Our Baby Swallow
We found a swallow in our garden last week, a baby swallow or fledgling. I’m not so sure he was ready to fledge but he found himself out of the nest all the same. Watching him flap his wings and cooing over his downy head (well, I cooed) we found ourselves arguing over what to…
Jimmy’s Forest: A Real Hoot
Jimmy Doherty, famed for his pig farming and links to Jamie Oliver has set himself a new woodland challenge, resulting in the Channel 4 programme: Jimmy’s Forest.
The Super Furry Inhabitants of Fota Wildlife Park
So this week I swapped watching the Olympics for a walk in Fota Park. It wasn’t easy as walking involves actual activity, not just observing the exertions of others but I managed it with a supporting arm from hubs, some sustaining gossip from my sis-in-law and a whole lot of enthusiasm from my nephew.
Summerwatch 2: The Mutley Crew & Sparrowhawk Salute
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.