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 …
A Hug A Day Keeps The Doctor Away
God, I miss hugs. My Uncle Tom died seven years ago, had he lived, he would be due to celebrate his 100th birthday this August. As a child, I spent summer holidays on his farm in Tipperary where I knew him to be a strict man around whom you had to behave. As an adult …
