On learning Irish with Scoil Scairte
I started learning Irish. Well, sort of. A few weeks ago, I signed up, nearly on a whim, to Scoil...
Ecrire une forêt en gaëlique
J’ai commencé à apprendre le gaëlique. En quelque sorte. Il y a quelques semaines, je me suis inscrite, presque sur...
Forest bathing – an invitation to reconnect with nature
I tried something different and went on a forest bathing walk. It was last December, in the beautiful woods of...
Le bain de forêt, une immersion en pleine nature
Il y a quelques mois, je me suis laissée tenter par une expérience inédite : le bain de forêt. C’était...
The longest swim on the longest day / Baignade du jour le plus long
On the longest day of the year, I got up at 4.30am for a swimrise and went to bed at...
Wild Atlantic swim in Rossnowlagh / Baignade atlantique à Rossnowlagh
We spent a long weekend up north. It was our first post-lockdown trip outside of Wicklow, and a much-awaited stay...
Wild swim in Glendalough’s Upper Lake / Baignade sauvage à Glendalough
Another Thursday, another #SeagirlsOnTour adventure. After Lough Bray Upper in late April and Dublin’s famed Forty Foot last month, this...
Bluebells hunting in Clara Vale / A la chasse aux jacinthes des bois
In the ancient woodland of Clara Vale, Under the majestic oak trees, Through the thick carpet of blueberry shrubs, Among...
Wildflower Hour / A l’heure des fleurs sauvages
This spring, for some reason I can’t quite understand, I have become a wildflower hunter. While until recently I quite...
Spring walk in Cloon Oak Glen / Balade de printemps à la chênaie de Cloon
When my friend Anita T shared pictures of Cloon Oak Glen a few weeks ago, I promised myself we would...
Birthday swimrise / Baignade d’anniversaire au lever du soleil
For my birthday I asked for a family swimrise. I got a pink ball of a sunrise over a silky...
On wintering as an activist
I have been quiet on here, not posting in over three months. Busy schooling my four acorns at home once...
Becoming a mermaid – a guest post for Rooted Wings
Earlier this year, the lovely Rachel, whose blog and business Rooted Wings is based in Yorkshire, UK, invited me to...
The magic of native Irish woodlands
I was lucky to explore the weird and wonderful world of a native Irish woodland. Dainty flowers, rare grasses, gnarly...
Why I swim – on taking the plunge, finding my pod and feeling alive
Why do I swim? Because it makes me feel present, connected, alive. Outdoor swimming is self-love Why do I swim?...
