This morning, on one of my usual routes, I passed a lady in a scarf and a quilted jacket (the distinctive markings of a tourist, since the sun was shining today and the natives were all taking the opportunity to wear t-shirts in the 20°C heat*) snapping a photo of a bar. I pass this… Continue reading Seeing My City Through New Eyes
I grew up next to the sea, near Sandymount Strand. Sandymount Strand is a strip of coastline which used to just consist of a tarmac path and jagged boulders leading down to the beach. A few years ago someone official got serious notions and put in streetlamps for the dog walkers… Continue reading At Home on Sandymount Strand
I remember my first dead body. That makes me sound like a serial killer. Let me rephrase. I remember seeing my first dead body. It was my maternal grandmother’s – my Yaya’s – and she was lying in a coffin with white satin lining. It was propped up, almost standing to face those coming to… Continue reading Thoughts On… Death
It is unseasonably warm in Ireland at the moment. In a freak occurence, the sun is actually visible, the clouds are wispy and barely-there, and the temperature has crept up to Irish-sunburn levels (which isn’t very high, but it’s high enough for people to wander the streets in singlets, puffing and red-faced, panting about how… Continue reading Thoughts On… Adulting Struggles
I’ve been living in Cork for the past few months. I’m a Dublin girl, so I’d grown up hearing Corkonians talk about how Cork should be the capital city of Ireland, and how Dublin had robbed Cork of its rightful place as the nation’s most important city… It left me with a somewhat garbled idea… Continue reading Cooped Up in Cork, Ireland
I took myself to a pilates class on Friday. My friend asked if I wanted to join her, and instead of going with my usual gut reaction to an invitation to exercise (“No thank you, I would rather boil my own eyeballs”) I decided to accept. I changed into leggings and a sports bra, dug… Continue reading Pilates? I Thought You Said PIE and LATTES!