Stories from travels in

Europe

Cluj-Napoca, Romania

Sometimes things just ain’t what they seem. Sometimes our expectations let us down. Sometimes, though,  we can be pleasantly surprised. So much of it depends

Bulgarian cuisine

Many years ago, while dancing with some chap in the Dinn Rí nightclub in Carlow, he turned and paid me what I can only suppose

The sea is greener on the other side

Jack Reacher, star of the Lee Child novels, has rules for living, like if in doubt, turn left and when in doubt, drink coffee. Gibbs,

Movin’ on up

It’s official. I now have irrefutable proof that I’m in danger of becoming a crotchety old cow. Two days on a relatively crowded beach in

Fit cops and coffee machines

Bulgarian cops are built. Or rather, the cops I’ve seen in Bourgas are built. Seriously built. I’ve been known to cast an appreciative eye over

The sands of time

One of the joys of being old(er) is that the memory bank has much more to offer in terms of lives lived, experiences enjoyed, and

Bourgas, Bulgaria

Something tells me that my life is going to change pretty radically in the next few months. All the signs are there. Perhaps this is

Banksy in Bristol

A slight change of perspective

I was at least a year in London before someone pointed out the divers to me, the gold statues on a rooftop near Piccadilly, on

A One Man Show

It’s been years since I last lived in Clontarf. I did my time in Dublin 3 many  lifetimes ago. And I loved it. Being able

Church ceiling in Ráckeve

Making memories

When you work as freelancer, weekends and national holidays mean nothing. There are no set summer holidays, no half-terms, no winter breaks. There are no