For the first time in my life, I had to listen to what my body was saying, concentrate on calming my mind and learn a whole raft of new skills to cope with a suddenly less able physique. Continue reading A Homeland Odyssey Beckons.
It may have been a wet weekend in February, but with a little research I was able to enjoy the warmth of Roman hospitality. Continue reading Alternative Rome; a city of dead poets, stray cats and glass owls.
one wild corner had escaped me and long been on my bucket list. To roam the wild west shores of Connemara, with its shaggy little ponies, misty mountains and steely-coloured lakes had long been a romantic notion. Continue reading When a trip to Copenhagen takes you to Galway
…as I landed in Madrid airport for a short but very welcome break, my expectation was coloured by decades of second-hand reports of sangria and straw donkeys. Continue reading Real Spain – day one