Travels


Cargoes


This morning in Berlin I had to get the dressing on my poorsorearm changed (metal plate and 5 screws were removed in an operation in France last week from the wrist broken 17 months ago.) The medical practice is a five minute walk from our...

An Italian Wedding… Bomboniere and God Particles


  This is a tale of sugared almonds….but be warned that sugared almonds, like shooting stars can have long tails. (A ‘shooting star’ is the visible path of a meteoroid as it becomes a meteor on entering the earth’s atmosphere).   At the end of...

Not Quite a Towering Inferno, Dublin in Horse Show Week


    I had an assignation in Dublin – well two actually, but we won’t talk about that – so I flew in yesterday, Tuesday, at noon. It is August, it is Horseshow Week and Bewleys in Ballsbridge was full, the daughter had chosen this...

The Bol Weevil 4: Househunting on Radio


  The Irish radio and television presenter Pat Kenny read my blog about househunting in Dublin a couple of weeks ago and invited me to talk to him about the search on his daily talk show on RTE Radio 1 (Radio Telefís Eireann, the national broadcaster.)...

Michael Guiney and his Ilk


  I got an awful fright in September; it was all over the Irish news that Clery’s department store in Dublin was going into receivership and part of the company’s holdings, Guineys on Talbot Street, was closing down.   Originally established in 1853 as “The...

A Meditation on the People of Singapore


Their head bones connected to their iPhones Their ear phones connected to their iPhones, Their neck bones connected to their iPhones Their shoulder bones connected to their iPhones Their arm bones connected to their iPhones Their hand bones connected to their iPhones Oh hear the...

Nothing Ever Happens in Annecy


Annecy is the capital of the Haute Savoie, in the Department of the Rhone Alps. With the new motorway, it is less than an hour from Geneva. It is a small city – in Irish terms, about the size of Cork.  Annecy is beautiful, facing...

A Broken Arm in Chamonix


It was like being in a scene from M*A*S*H. Lying on a gurney in the hall of the hospital, my arm aching in fresh plaster, I tried to relax, but helicopters kept coming close, hovering,whirleygig rumbling, taking off, their sound growing fainter, only to return...

A Year in Brocante 4: Gzhel Porcelain


Under the old Soviet regime not many ordinary folk got the better of the system in the USSR. If one was a high-up member of The Party of course, things were different. However, as a bourgeoise citizen of a democratic island republic I got to...

The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies….or, Isabel sans Frontiers


I had forgotten to bring my passport when we boogied off down to Spain from Beziers in the south of France last week.  Turned around after lunch in Figures and drove straight back up to the Swiss border to change cotton dresses for cashmere sweaters,...