The Irish ‘Orient Express’ all set to roll into Cork


Luxury travel

Maybe next time I will take the Grand Hibernian to Cork instead of the old road or the N7!

CORK is set for a major tourism boost next month with the arrival of the country’s very own ‘Orient Express’. The arrival of the Belmond Grand Hibernian, the country’s first luxury overnight train, will result in a marked increase in the number of people visiting the city, and attractions such as Blarney Castle, the English…

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August weekend road trip

Instead of taking the usual N7 to Cork from Dublin, I decided to turn off to follow the alternative route. This is the old road. I found myself in the middle of a Festival in the picturesque town of Durrow Co Limerick.

Scarecrows lined the roads into the town and stood or leaned or hung on outside all the shops, public buildings and village green. A wonderful market set up on the green with the best of food, gifts and banter.


Hang in there


Don’t pull too hard!


Let Down your Golden Hair!


another night on the tiles


Driving to Cork from Dublin can be fun. Just don’t take the Motorway the whole way.

The brown alternative route opens up the heart of Ireland with its imagination, sense of community and sheer fun. With tolls savings amounting to nearly €5 you can afford to stop for a coffee anywhere along the road. It may be slightly longer but the experience is superior – less cars, more scenery, more “facilities”, if you feel the need.

What a wonderful achievement by the people of Durrow!

Ahakista memorial to Air India disaster

” Time Flies, Suns Rise and Shadows Fall, Love Reigns Forever over All”

This inscription brought tears to my eyes instantly when I visited the Ahakista Memorial to the Air India Disaster earlier this year. The setting is so peaceful and beautiful, yet awe inspiring. The knowledge of the grief suffered by the loved ones left behind after this Air disaster made it an emotional experience that took me totally by surprise.

imageTo stand at the edge of the sea and look out between the mountains framing each side of Bantry peninsula feels like gazing towards eternity. The sundial faces permanently in this direction reaching out to those never recovered from  the sea. More about the area and the Air India Disaster.



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Ahakista memorial to Air India disaster

To stand at the edge of the sea and look out between the mountains framing each side of Bantry peninsula feels like gazing towards eternity.

The sundial faces permanently in this direction reaching out to the victims who were never found when their plane was blown out of the sky in the Atlantic Sea.

It contemplates what none of us can understand. It offers words attempting to express the inexpressible.

Time flies. Suns rise and shadows fall. Love reigns forever overall



The Beekeeper’s Pupil – a book review.

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Its rare to get the opportunity to laze in the sun and read for hours on end.Today I ended up sitting in the back garden in the unexpectedly warm sun, reading and even finishing a book I started last week.The onset of a nasty sore throat led to my being unable to do anything else. Having spent the week flitting from one sort of media to another, it was a pleasure to savour the joys of reading a really good book. Your mind becomes completely involved in the story. The theme, that of discovering the secret of how bees function lent itself to an absorbtion and contentment. The author’s skill in linking the story to the events in France at the time – the French revolution- gave it a context. The narrator’s life story gave it a framework and meaning.

The methodical way in which the narrator carried out scientific experiments, being the eyes of his blind master, resonated with the way the bees went about their work. The massacre of people by gulliotine in the French Revolution had its parallel in the massacre of drones by the worker bees in order to save the hive.

I had never heard of Sara George, the author. before – on googling her I find she has written a diary of Mrs Pepys. which has received mixed reviews.

It was one of those pet Autumn days when it felt wrong to be indoors. It took a sore throat for me to regain a pleasure which I took for granted as a child!