Since marrying into Mr B’s clan 23 years ago, I have assimilated many of their habits. There was a time when I was shocked by their talking over one another at dinner. I came from a ‘whist for the farm news’ kind of kitchen table, but now, I’m able to cross chat, glaze over and …
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 …
