Budapest swept me off my feet with its charm and character. Autumn trees, stunning architecture, sunsets, food and city lights: this colourful city was so spectacular, the experience felt slightly surreal.
I love walking. Not only is walking good exercise, but it’s also the perfect time to let your thoughts drift. I’ve had my best ideas while walking! I’ve wandered many roads here in Donegal, and even though I enjoy these random adventures, I have a favourite route that I always take when I want to clear my mind.
Do you enjoy talking to strangers when you travel? Do yourself a favour: every once in a while, put away your smartphone/ kindle/ book and take out your earphones, and listen to your fellow travellers' stories.
Someone recently asked me: Would you have made the move if you knew then what you know now? Here are 12 lessons we’ve learnt from our experience over the past two years
In this world, there are two types of people: people who eat to live, and people who live to eat. I have a friend, who we’ll call Mike, whose passion for food has reminded me of my own love affair with good food. Mike is three years old and it’s a privilege to watch him … Continue reading The boy who loves to eat
It was our first Halloween in Ireland and winter arrived early that year. The day was cold and grey and a freezing wind whipped across the fields and between the housing estates. The day should’ve been spent relaxing indoors, especially since we were still recovering from a recent trip, but it wasn’t meant to be. … Continue reading Halloween Panic
I’ve had many pet insects and arachnids throughout my life. ‘Pet’ is probably too strong a word to use; let’s just say that I’ve harmoniously co-existed with many different creatures. One of my favourite multi-legged friends was a praying mantis called James Bond who lived in my apartment in Stellenbosch for a couple of weeks. … Continue reading A spider called Jeffrey
Just a week ago, I saw barn swallows sitting in their masses on the telephone poles; poised, as if waiting. These small birds will migrate all the way to South Africa, some as far as Cape Town, during the European winter. I find the thought of them travelling to my home country beautifully poetic, even … Continue reading Winter memories
Sometimes a heaviness fills the air around my head and settles on my shoulders. Everywhere I look, its more bad news. Struggles, injustice, bad decisions... If I’m not careful, I'll carry this heaviness with me and it will colour the world grey. Thankfully kindness shines through the murkiness of bad news. In my experience, even … Continue reading Lifting the fog
The little red bird puffs herself up and with a bright eye, she watches the sleepy world. Thin winter mist swirls and eddies through the yellow leaves around her. She takes a deep breath and her shrill song fills the quiet morning: 'What’s a lonely bird to do On a grey winter’s morning? Ooh-hoo! No … Continue reading The Little Red Bird – Short Story