The Mooloolah river flows into the Coral Sea just south of the seaside town of Mooloolaba. In its final half kilometre it wraps around a spit, enveloping the boats anchored in Mooloolaba Marina that stick out into it on hundred-metre-long arms. On arm C of the Marina is a thirty-five-or-so foot yacht called the Gráinne… Continue reading On the good ship Gráinne Mhaol
Author: Ralph Lavelle
The end of a long road
It’s nearly time to leave Zákynthos. Our year-and-a-half-long odyssey to Europe is nigh-on over. What a time we’ve had! And yes, I can feel another book about Zákynthos, or better, about the whole trip, coming on. View of Ναύαγιο When we got back here, after leaving Ireland, and spending six weeks in France and Italy, people… Continue reading The end of a long road
From Dublin to Nîmes
This guy got up from his seat two rows behind us on the Toulouse-Nîmes TGV to have a go at the family in the four-seater space opposite us, whose kids were - fair enough - being a bit noisy, albeit harmlessly so, I felt, since they looked like nice people, and you could tell the kids were smart, and while naturally I couldn't catch everything… Continue reading From Dublin to Nîmes
The Queen’s walk on Mayday, London
At the end of a raw spring week sleet and windy, Sunday turned the corner into May, ready to make amends. That morning we stepped out of our Theseus Walk Airbnb pied-à-terre and caught the number 38 bus to Charing Cross Road, ready to take it on foot from there. Leicester Square Maybe I'd been listening to too… Continue reading The Queen’s walk on Mayday, London
A little piece of Greece in Bloomsbury
Our travels took us to London this past weekend, and to a part of town we weren't at all familiar with: Angel. Sandwiched between the City Road and Regent's Canal, our Airbnb place at Theseus Place took us along the calm waters of the canal with its colourfully inhabited barges each time we came and went to Angel tube… Continue reading A little piece of Greece in Bloomsbury
St. Patrick’s Day Parade 2016
This year's parade was our first St. Patrick's Day Parade here in Dublin. Of course, having grown up here, I've been to my fair share of Dublin parades, but not for a long time. Not for twenty years or so. Looking up the east side of Parnell Square towards the Abbey Presbyterian Church. Well, I… Continue reading St. Patrick’s Day Parade 2016
The road to the sunny south-east
We’re on a mission to see more of Ireland, to go to the sorts of places, which, if we ever thought about at all when last we lived here over ten years ago, we would have dismissed as the sorts of places tourists went to. Places with castles and visitor centres, or interpretive centres, whatever they're called. Back then the new Ireland we… Continue reading The road to the sunny south-east
Feliz Nuevo Año, de Seville
With only a few hours until midnight on la Nochevieja, as New Year's Eve is called in Spain, you'd think it would be easy to find a suitable restaurant in the packed alleyways around Seville Cathedral, but it wasn't. Even when we found one with an available table, we were usually disappointed to discover once… Continue reading Feliz Nuevo Año, de Seville
There are castles everywhere in Portugal
Two days after Christmas we flew to Lisbon. Not that we particularly needed a break or anything, having spent the previous weekend in Connemara, and the one before that in Brussels, it's just that Tina and I talked ourselves into it one evening watching TV, neither of us dared back down, and next thing I… Continue reading There are castles everywhere in Portugal
A Christmas trip to Brussels, part deux
We went to Brussels for the weekend recently, but I only got as far as Saturday lunchtime in part 1. The Atomium was the main pavilion of the Brussels World Fair of 1958 up on the Heysel plateau, a space-age icon that outlasted everything else. I’d been to it before, on one or other of my… Continue reading A Christmas trip to Brussels, part deux