Waiting to board the ferry to Inis Mór last weekend, I laid down a few ground rules for myself. I was travelling to take part in a 3-day yoga and voice retreat. Having booked it back in June I was giddy with excitement setting off on my long-awaited break. I swore that I wouldn’t waste …
Here Comes The Wagon
The tighter the restrictions are around my feet, the further my soul yearns to travel. There was a time when I’d settle for a day out in Howth, or Bray, but I’m gone way beyond that now, I need to hug the entire Irish coastline. Mr B’s tribe were great for caravans, not in the …
