Backstreets wanderer
Mary Murphy
October 20, 2014
‘So’, I said, ‘what do you want to do?’ My visitor technically wasn’t my visitor at all. I’d borrowed him for the afternoon from a
‘So’, I said, ‘what do you want to do?’ My visitor technically wasn’t my visitor at all. I’d borrowed him for the afternoon from a
I’m not a planner. The sole plan I have in life is to have no plan. Planning has a way of, well, getting in the
Put a bunch of Irish, American Loyalists, and Scottish Highlanders on an island and a couple of centuries later, you can have your own Heritage
Time is a wonderfully malleable thing. We think that have just 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an hour, 60 seconds in a
We were on the Cabot Trail in Cape Breton. You sure you know where you’re going? he asked. Absolutely – Meat Cove – most northerly
In a world of constant change, it’s almost gratifying to know that my abysmal sense of geography is still matched by my equally pathetic knowledge
If I were in the mood to relocate, or was even contemplating a life outside of Budapest, I may well have found my city. In
I’m as guilty as anyone for undervaluing both my own work and that of others. I tend to overlook the time it takes to do
Dining out alone one evening lately, I got into conversation with a couple of Canadian tourists who were on a driving holiday through the region.
I’m fussy about my pubs. I’m even fussier about foreign pubs that claim to be Irish. They need to be Irish owned with at least
