And we were looking forward to our first Christmas as a married couple. A blissful few days of eating, drinking and merriment, love’s young dream played out against a backdrop of twinkling lights, tinsel and crackling fires – all spent in the easy company of one’s cherished new spouse, and . . . the in-laws?
Falling for a Farmer: Coming to a Bookshop Near You
I’m beyond delighted to tell you that in late September, Falling for a Farmer, the book, will be published by the Mercier Press and available for purchase “in all good book shops,” as the saying goes.
Book Review: Till the Cows Come Home, by Lorna Sixsmith
I don’t normally do book reviews, however, when Lorna asked me if I’d consider writing one for her, I was happy to oblige.
Hips, hospitals, and beasts from the east
First thing on Friday morning, I was in the hotel when my phone buzzed with a text from Jack: “I’m in agony. I think I’ve dislocated the hip.”
The Rules of Engagement
It’s a funny feeling when a moment you’ve dreamed about your whole life, imagined, and built up is suddenly imminent. I wanted to push pause. I wanted to slow everything down so that I wouldn’t miss a second of it.
Affairs of the Mart
After months of hard graft, and quite literally, blood, sweat, and sometimes, something close to tears, it was time to discover if their labour would pay off. I knew how hard Jack worked, and I willed the bidding to reflect that.
From Blog to Book: A Literary Lambing
I hoped those seated before me wouldn’t notice my hands trembling as I raised the page and began to read . . .
CountryWide Live: A Culture Night Special
As an occasional contributor to RTÉ’ Radio One’s “CountryWide” programme, I was delighted when they invited me to be a part of its Culture Night special — a live recording in the beautiful Chapel Royal at Dublin Castle.
Sounds Like Country Living
. . . their banter got me to thinking about how my life now differs from theirs by virtue of being in a relationship with a farmer.
RTÉ Radio 1: Countrywide | August 5th, 2017
Interestingly enough, I haven’t seen much of Jack in the days since the broadcast . . . He’s “at the silage,” he tells me, but I wonder if this isn’t a pay-back of sorts!