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Category archive: Writing

Dwelling houses – places of meaning

This blog first appeared as an article in the Farming Life ‘Good News for the Countryside’ on Saturday 7th June: The use of the term dwelling houses is perhaps more commonly used in the countryside than in towns and cities. I remember growing up, directions to a field to work in might have been, “go…

Let’s hear it for New York!

New York delivers … but first, let me catch up on my sleep! Having been to and experienced a taste of New York (five days is only a snapshot), I feel I understand John McEnroe better. At Wimbledon, his brash, in-your-face attitude clashed with the hush tones of Centre Court. I know that where he…

Feeding Venice – a food, farming & travel log from an Agri-press trip to Italy – part 1

The vaporetto pulls out of Piazzale de Roma into the Venetian lagoon and I can’t quite believe I am in Italy. This is my first overseas trip after the pandemic. I am here for the European Network of Agricultural Journalists AGM and a press trip to the Cavallino Treporti region to explore “Farming in the…

Some Purple Rain PR for Yellow Water

Over the summer, I entered the Irish Farmers’ Journal Country Living’s Local Treasures writing competition. They were encouraging people to write about a place that they went to over lockdown that people in general might not know about. When I saw the competition on social media, I immediately thought of Yellow Water, outside the Co…

Wimbledon: Five Championship Reads

Over the years I have bought and read many tennis books, including my favourite type – autobiographies. As a tennis fan and a book addict, it is the perfect combination. Reading first hand from the players whose shots I admired on court helped me to get a fuller story of them as a person, behind…

I like to write…let me write!

During a short city break in Paris in the summer, I found a treasure of a bookstore called Shakespeare and Company The shop was laden with books from floor to ceiling and in some parts, traffic was only one way such was the limited space. As I made my way back downstairs from the top floor room…

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