Diary of a busyish woman

The narrow path Hi, As a child, I remember that whenever we visited the once derelict Castlefreke Estate , we also had to visit the nearby graveyard near Rathbarry House. In those days, you didn't ask why or whine that you didn't want to go. It was simply the done thing that as soon as the picnic was finished and leftovers and paraphenalia returned to the car boot, the whole family including my maternal grandmother would make what I always thought was an expedition. Of course as soon as we reached the graveyard, we, children,. were let loose to explore with the admonition not to fall into any grave or disturb anything! I regret now that I didn't watch to see what grave(s) my grandmother visited because the visit was at her insistence and the reason now lost in the mist of time. We can only assume that some relations or special friends of hers were buried there. I know that she knew the author,  Lady Mary Carbery and probably a few more as she was once invited to a bal

Hi If I could type as I drive, I'd probably be writing a post every other day. When I'm driving, I listen to the radio almost all the time, but occasionally something will occur to me so the radio goes off and I take the time to ponder. Today, no driving but something I don't tackle too often - housework! Not my favourite occupation and it seems as soon as I start in one room, there's something more urgent in another. And, of course, frequent breaks so that I can pull a book off the shelf & read for 5 minutes. I don't know where I bought this book, but I'm sorry I haven't opened its pages until today. Add caption It's a book you dip into and fits my mood perfectly. As you may know, my husband, Willie, has been attending events organised by the Irish Timber Growers Association for the past few years. I began to join him about 18 months ago and resurrected a love of nature and trees in particular. Growing up, there was no shortage of tre