Sheridan House

In a genteel area of Dublin, there was a house where Macbeth mixed with magicians, where actors from the Abbey Theatre shared a breakfast table with acrobats, where mountebanks slept in late and returned after midnight, still wearing the traces of fantastic make up.
This was Sheridan House, a theatrical `digs’ that was a cut [...]

My Father’s Journals

I’m a fairly intermittent journal keeper myself, but my father wrote in his diaries every night without fail for many years. I still have them on my bookshelf, and this is the story of my father and his journals.
At the end of every year, my father would make a special trip to the bookshop to [...]

The Old Man of Hoy

Old Man of Hoy
Thinking of standing stones takes me back a few decades, to my first trip to Scotland. We travelled to the Orkney Isles on a ferry through the incredible scenery of that region.
But the thing that fascinated me most was the Old Man of Hoy, a soaring pillar of sandstone rock that towered [...]

Many Harbours

Many Harbours…
For my writing prompt today I took the Anchorage page from Soul Food Café http://www.dailywriting.net/Wellbeing5.htm
I have always loved harbours – those safe sheltered bays where the fishermen bring in their daily catch and you can look out across the endless sea.
Perhaps that was because I was born in one – Cobh in Ireland is [...]