My constant urge to get out of the ‘burbs’ and into the countryside became too much for me the other day. And so having spent a couple of hours online, I found what I am hoping will be a fine cottage to rent (very reasonably) in Ballinskelligs, Co Kerry for next week.
I am dreaming of walks on the beach with Dylan and the girls. Lazy mornings. Bird song. The wild energy of the Atlantic. The echoes of the ancient monks who inhabited the Skellig Rocks. Pen and paper writing – no broadband! Making some inroads into the huge pile of ‘to be read’ books. Time to think. Lambs in the fields – still waiting to see some of them ‘gambling’! And conversations with people whose way of talking is both musical and magical. 
We might drive up to see fungi, the Dingle Dolphin. We are also hoping to make a pilgrimage to the South Pole Inn in Annascaul as the girls have both read the Micheal Smith (childrens edition) book on Tom Crean and are as captivated by the story as I was!
God – if you are listening or reading this – can you please put a bit of a hold on typical Kerry weather. I am not really looking for any ‘soft days’. Bright skies and sunshine would be perfect.
I will let you know!!!