Before I arrived in Achill Island my impression of bogland would have been boring, dull and mundane.  In essence, nothing to see.  Much to my surprise I discovered that there was indeed attractiveness in the bog.  Umber brown, fuchsia pink, taupe, the colours were certainly a feast for my eyes. The word bog comes from the Irish word soft like the saying ‘tóg go bog é’ – take it softly or easy. 

Achill Sound How did I cope with Storm Éowyn, my first night in my modular home?   Well, it’s an easy question to answer.    I slept right through it.   Tiredness had overtaken over my weary body and I have to say it was one of the best night’s sleeps of my life.  I felt snug in bed, and miles away from the cold outside world.   

I was the girl who sat behind the desk, my eyes lost in the grand designs of clouds.    The wisps of white magic bewitched me. Landscapes of endless forests, dragons and white wolves…

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Despite having arrived at my senior years of life, it has to be said that I still have people who feel the need to give me advice.  It is well-intentioned, they are concerned, and it’s for my …

Having a cup of hot chocolate in Galway A scudding grey cloud hovered around me on the journey from Achill Island to Galway. For, the first time since I arrived in Ireland twenty two years ago and …