Nuala Mahon’s ‘Leave no visible trace’

There’s a sparkle in Nuala Mahon’s clear blue eyes. It could be the reflection of light on the sea waters of Roaring Water Bay in West Cork, but I think it comes from… Continue reading →

Sherkin Island is all a flutter

It’s raining Haiku Sherkin’s lanes awash with words Little drops of joy by Patsy Atkinson, Light Between Seasons – A year of Haiku poetry from Sherkin Island Sherkin Island is all a flutter…with… Continue reading →

Field of trees

My personal reflection on how one tree captured my interest, respect and love has appeared in the Irish Examiner. This tree has been part of my daily walks for the past sixteen years.… Continue reading →

The road home

It’s only two hours away. A car journey westwards, followed by a ten minute ferry across Baltimore Harbour. Not very far at all, really. But Covid-19 restrictions have placed Sherkin Island a million… Continue reading →

Weekend Writing Prompt #129: Twilight

Day suspended, Paused like a soft intake of breath. Blushing and glowing with pride as she cherishes the hours, the minutes, the seconds and the millions of lost moments that will never be… Continue reading →

The man from Bologna

I picked up a man on the beach the other day. Yes, it’s true. I had strolled down to Trá Crua with our dog, Nellie, and there he was. It’s quite unusual to… Continue reading →

A load of bull

Once upon a sunny Sherkin day I decided to take the children up to see the lighthouse at the other end of the island. It must have been about four years ago so… Continue reading →

A wild horse sleeps

A wild horse sleeps in a green and silent lane, dreaming of wind swept sands and white-capped waves and the thunder, ripped asunder rhythm of hooves drumming on the shore. Medusa’s glance has… Continue reading →