I’ve decided to grow old disgracefully. I’m going to die my hair purple, wear leather and live in a campervan that travels the length and breadth of every country in the world. I’m going to explore and marvel at everything the world has, until no stone is left undiscovered. Every morning will start with a delicious helping of eggs benedict, each sunset will be greeted with a something fruity, naughty and delicious. We will roll our… View Post
Dangling over a castle parapet isn’t usually my idea of a good time, but sometimes I’ve learned that you have to push the boundaries of normal life in order to experience the world properly. When I left the shores of my homeland, there were a few goals I had in mind to complete. Visit the Eiffel Tower, drink wine on a sun dappled Italian river bank, explore every inch of London, espy Stonehenge, and a fair few more.… View Post
And, breathe. Blessed with insanely good weather, our city-weary souls began recharging to the soft sound of the Atlantic ocean lapping, rhythmic cries of the birds carrying on the breeze and the hubbub of fellow cliff-venturers a soothing soundtrack to the sun soaked vista open before us. Our morning started in Cork (our base for the next few days) a little groggy, both from lack of caffeine and sunshine, but we were promised sunshine from lunchtime. After a wee coffee pit stop in… View Post
The Guinness storehouse in Dublin was a bit of an enigma for us. Touted as Ireland’s number one tourist attraction and as lovers of brewery tours, we knew we had to go (nb: book online, before you go, it’s cheaper…) but we weren’t expecting the custom made and kitted out Disney-esque extravaganza that greeted us. Don’t get me wrong, we loved it, but it’s more of an interactive museum than a brewery. Realistically factoring in how much… View Post
In a single week we somehow managed to dangle over Blarney Castle ramparts, dance a few jigs, sip the Liffey, explore rugged island coast, taste our way around the country, caught fresh Atlantic sea air that cleared out our London dust and sampled the infamous Irish craic. Our first stop was the infamous Dublin. Only 50 minutes flight from London, I’ve tried several times over the years to make this short hop, but struggled. Usually due to a lack… View Post
