Happy first birthday, son.
For the record, that hillside was beautiful murder. I wasn’t far off a heart attack. Sometimes, quality be dammed, I just want riotous, glorious colour on my blog to help off set the gloom and contrast of my regular style. To use a cringe-worthy analogy this is a painkiller to a black-and-white headache. Etc. Regardless, […]
I’ll start with an obligatory props to Julie and her family for taking me around the Atlantic Drive on Achill. I came to Achill Island expecting to be profoundly stirred. I was. From the moment that we climbed the hill to face (for the first time in my life) the full fury of an Atlantic […]