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 …
Perhaps I’ve given regular readers of this blog the false impression that I’m an avid cyclist. My bike has featured in several articles, so much so you could have drawn fanciful notions about my cycling abilities. It’s time to set the record straight. While I love my bike and the freedom it gives me, I …
I’d like to talk to the screen writer of this bizarre dystopian film we’re all living in. They seem to be fond of sudden plot twists that I, for one, never see coming. I wasn’t prepared for the abrupt school closures on 12th March, in fact I was only in my local supermarket that day …
Learning to ride a bike is a rite of passage. Once you’ve mastered potty training, walking, and reciting your ABC’s, cycling is generally next on the list. Not for me. Bicycles were, to my overprotective Dad’s way of thinking, ‘deadly dangerous’. Even though he had always been a cyclist down home as a boy in …
Ordinary Plenty 