I don’t want to be buried. I could not bear to listen to the pipes go quiet and the words, spoken and unspoken, grow farther and farther...

My voice is quiet. So quiet I can hear the sand songs. I kneel Where once my shadow stood And from beneath, I call my soul. In shades of...

Listening to the ‘A returning islander’ by Pat Gallagher. That’s how I felt when I first came to Bun na Leaca in Donegal. I remember...

Since my first experience, about ten years ago, of an eight-course tasting menu at the Tasting Room restaurant in Franschhoek, South...

Growing up in Transylvania, one of the local delicacies was a dish called ‘blankets,’ made with polenta and cheese, as well as cream and...

As the announcement of the Wild Atlantic Way was made this week, I decided to revisit one of Donegal’s most magical areas along this...

Those traveling to the remote area of Gweedore, in the Donegal Gaeltacht, sometimes wonder what is there to do. That’s what I wondered...

I have tried three times today to light the fire. Tried the usual methods – paper, sticks, a little turf and wood. Added coal. Nothing....

Growing up in communist Romania we never had Valentine’s Day. We had Dragobete and Martisor and it never really meant a shopping spree –...

Imbolc came draped in a white coat of snow, the first of this year, as if Brigid, the Celtic fire Goddess wanted to give us a last...

We underestimate the importance of questions in our life. When I met my husband twenty years ago he asked me so many questions, with the...

I sometimes wonder whether trying to keep - moments, feelings, friends, etc - is one feature that makes us human. A certain greed in...

Somewhere up among the winding old streets of Nonza, a mountain village on the northern Corse peninsula in Corsica. I am an intruder in...

The romantic in me smiled at this image when I took the photo, and started imagining a story in which some melancholic soul across the...