Duck eggs, Kerr Pinks… and Ramelton Country Market

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Duck Eggs, Ramelton Country MarketDuck Eggs, Kerr Pinks, Cod, Leafy Beetroot, Apply Jelly… our eating habits seem to be evolving the longer we live beside the Ramelton country market. The days of Tesco Finest and Avoca soups seem like a distant memory, and now with time on our hands, we are discovering anew the food that we eat, cook and source. Continue reading “Duck eggs, Kerr Pinks… and Ramelton Country Market”

Yoga at the Town hall in Ramelton Donegal

Yoga Ramelton

Since relocating to the Ramelton in Donegal these past few weeks, my yoga schedule has been a bit all over the place and it has been challenging to do any practise, never mind locate a class. Last week however, a notice in the village shop caught my eye and after making enquiries, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a regular Tuesday night class taking place in the local town hall in Ramelton.   Continue reading “Yoga at the Town hall in Ramelton Donegal”

A walk on Rathmullan beach

Rathmullan

A fresh breeze blows over Lough Swilly as I make my way down to Rathmullan beach. With the dunes on my left and the sea on my right, the beach extends off into the distance ending at a far away point. To have time to myself, as I walk over wet sands with the wind swirling around my head allows me to reflect, to plan, to ponder and to think about loved ones far away.  Maybe its the wide open space, the salt air or the sound of lapping water that brings me back here every day. Continue reading “A walk on Rathmullan beach”

An Autumn Spa Break at the Park Hotel Kenmare

Park Hotel Kenmare

As Autumn draws in, I cannot think of anything more relaxing than leaving the office early on a Friday evening to escape to the Park Hotel Kenmare. Catching the 5 o’clock train from Heuston station, I  leave the hustle and bustle of the city behind as the train passes through fields and farmlands, reaching its final destination as the night draws in. A friend who regularly joins me, hits the nail on the head when she describes the hotel as having ‘gracious hospitality’. The staff are warm and welcoming and with log fires and an oldy-worldy interior, the hotel feels as refined as an elegant old lady. Continue reading “An Autumn Spa Break at the Park Hotel Kenmare”

The gift of letter writing

Letter writing is a gift. Today, I will sit down and write a letter to respond to an invitation long overdue. Instead of texting, tweeting or messaging, I will write a proper note on beautiful Florentine stationary. I will use the ink pen my husband gave me long ago as a Valentines gift and write in indigo blue. Once I have made my greetings, I will try and write an appropriate letter suitable for the time elapsed. Writing at my own pace, I will scribe whatever comes into my mind and simply let the words flow. Continue reading “The gift of letter writing”

Unwinding at the Six Senses Spa Paris

 

Six Senses Spa ParisAs you go from Place de Vendome, in the centre of Paris in the direction of Jardin des Tuileries, on the corner of Rue de Castiglione, you can find the Six Senses Spa Paris. I had heard about its unique interior, and was curious to experience its fabled futuristic and ecological environment on my recent visit to the capital. Upon arriving however, I discovered more of a rural retreat in the city than something from the future.  And while its iconic cocoon shaped treatment rooms were very contemporary, throughout the rest of the Six Senses Spa Paris, there was a sympathetic focus on nature – which I liked very much. Continue reading “Unwinding at the Six Senses Spa Paris”

Seven day yoga retreat in Montefiore

Montefiore

As if by chance or maybe destiny, I find myself in the lucky position to be able to attend a week long yoga retreat taught by Paula and David from ashtanga.ie in the small hilltop town of Montefiore, on the east coast of Italy. The road to Angeli di Montefiore where the the yoga centre is located is steep, winding and narrow but offers the most beautiful panoramic views overlooking sloping valleys down to the sparkling blue Adriatic Ocean. The owner Heike, who picks me up from the nearest bus stop, tells me that angels brought her to Montefiore and indeed the old stone farmhouse and courtyard alongside the purpose built yoga shala do seem to have a celestial mystique about them.

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