An American girl in Dublinby Annie Tanner
- From the birthplace of Harry Potter to a maze of streets, a weekend in Edinburgh
- Can we talk? Frustration of dealing with the Irish inability to share
- Wet Wicklow weekends full of rolling hills and outdoor activity
- Honored and blessed, singing Handel's "Messiah" at the Clifden Arts Festival
- Launching into European travel, leaving Dublin to visit London and Great Missenden
Sadly for us, but sadder for the jockeys, Saturday really felt like the first day of winter: it was cold and wet and cloudy and altogether dismal all day. That didn’t seem to stop any of the women competing for Best Dressed however! And, thinking back on it, the height of the heels and the hemlines of the skirts and the delicacy of the hats and fascinators did sprinkle a little bit more life into the grey day. Despite my very best efforts, I'm ashamed to say I did not win.
Oh, it’s been a while. The crazy hours at work have finished, kids are back in school, and summer is gone. I thought that being out of the educational system would mean that September no longer felt like the beginning of the year to me, but it absolutely does, and particularly right now as my day-to-day life is in the process of changing quite a bit.