Anyone who has followed my work for a while will know that I have always been very discreet when it comes to posting pics of my children online. I can relax now, partly because they don’t mind and are already out there all over the place, and on a more practical level, because my eldest,…
There’s a beech hedge at the bottom of my drive. Over the last few weeks it has been a riot of flame-coloured leaves and every time I drive past, I think I really must sketch it. Days passed and I did no such thing, even though I knew they were starting to blow off with…
I occasionally teach Spanish to young people. It’s hard to get a fun vibe when you’re teaching a language outside of the country where it’s spoken, as it can be a little dull by comparison to be taught by one person. Learning Spanish in Spain means the following: – sun – warmth – fab new…
Every schoolchild in Ireland must learn Irish. You can only be excused if you arrived late into Ireland from another country, maybe 10 years old or so. Growing up, there was usually one or maybe two kids in the class who didn’t have to do Irish. We envied them more than words can say: they…
I’m a terrible woman for heading for Dr Google when something is wrong, real or imagined. It’s a mistake, I know, we all know it, but we can’t resist. So my machine was my first port of call the other day because I was experiencing a curious symptom. Everything tasted salty. No matter what tasty…
I love sketching at the bus stop while I wait for the kids. No one can disturb me. The car is tiny but it doesn’t matter. And the only subjects are some trees and a big grain silo so it doesn’t matter what happens. And if the worst comes to the worst and the kids…
Sixty years seems like an eternity to a child, but in reality it’s practically yesterday. The Battle of Britain Museum is a place to stir emotions like none I’ve ever experienced.
Every year since they were old enough for me to indulge my desire to dress my kids up (ie. under 1), my children have taken part in some kind of Halloween festivity. I swaddled them in every costume I could think of, some of them elaborate creations hot off my sewing machine (a purple velvet…
On board the Oscar Wilde with my colleague and buddy Sharon… Sharon and I are taking part in a project called Bluefish. It’s a joint Irish-Welsh project looking at blue growth and the possible effects of climate change on the marine sector along the coast of the Irish and Celtic Sea. I was tasked with…
The other day, my husband Marcel and I were driving into town. There was a buzzing coming from somewhere in the car. “There’s a bee in the car,” said Marcel, who dreads getting stung. “It’s a bluebottle,” I said. “It’s a bee,” said Marcel. “Oh yeah, there it is,” I said, having spotted a fat,…