Apologies for the lack of blogging of late, I’ve been in the heartland of Ireland – an hour and a half south east of Dublin to be exact – trying my hand at the oldest of all professions. Farming. Well not really, but up until yesterday I was staying on a 75 acre piece of idyllic farmland complete with horses, donkeys, a swift-flowing river and even a thatch-roofed stone cottage.
After three weeks in Paris it was a relief to get out of the city. A wise man once said “the city is the home of the body, but the country is the home of the heart.” I have to agree but after five days in the middle of nowhere I was itching to get back to the bright lights.
Next stop, old London town!
Click for photos of my rural escapades.