Diary of a busyish woman

I remember my grandmother using this phrase many moons ago. Why mention it now? It was said to me today that in the course of a recent conversation between a number of people about women in business, this comment was made in relation to me! I took it as the compliment it was intended to be. Then it struck me that it's a very fine line between letting people know that you're in business and being aware of time and place e.g. if I attend an event, even a food event where I'm part of the audience, I don't come armed with both business card and product and wave them about.  Time and place. I remember the first year we won at Blas na hÉireann in 2012, the lovely Jerry Kennedy steered me to the Chart House for a meal before I left Dingle . Jerry introduced me and I well remember that there was a bit of 'slagging' that I had the Gold Award but where was the product! I was a competitor in that competition and a visitor to Dingle Food Festival , I did not have...

No diary entry yesterday. No time. Having travelled to Tralee on Friday, I was on the road again by 7.30am yesterday to drive to Dingle . This is a beautiful road, but one of my landmarks is a herd of Belted Galloway cattle. The first time that I drove this road on my own & it must be 5 years ago now, I saw them. They were so unusual & indeed still are, that they become one of my milestones along the road. Fewer of them this year I think but in a landscape containing white woolly sheet & black, red, cream or beige cattle, they're a lovely contrast. Dingle Food Festival was as always an amazing place to be at 8-8.30am when the streets are so quiet apart from cars & vans manoeuvring & absolutely dozens of people setting up stalls to entice all-comers. I saw it all at this stage but never returned to so many of the stalls. Then there was the Taste Trail with each venue having different offerings and you just never knew who you might meet. I'...