Just after that we had our usual trip to Ireland, which was the best yet I think, despite our sailing during Storm Jorge, remember that?
We had a beautiful cottage opposite the sea, with a roaring fire and lots of room.
The skies were mostly blue.
I met up with my lovely textiles Irish friends, Breda McNelis and Ester Kiely who as usual inspired and encouraged me. I felt a genuine sadness when we parted.
We met at Kennedy’s bookshop in Galway which had the most moving and wonderful exhibition of work by John Behan, called Migrant.
RTÉ arrived to film the Kenney family, who had been there for a lot of years , I can’t remember how many. The lady with the red hair is a presenter for RTÉ .
Here are some of the pieces, which depict desperate people.
I had a line visit to Polnabrone Dolmen and ended up talking politics with the warden.
We enjoyed the music, the food, the friends and on our last night visited our favourite place, Linnanes Seafood bar at The Flaggy ashore.
We didn’t see the swans this year, perhaps Jorge had driven them away.
There were hand sanitisers and slightly nervous and jokey mention of ‘The Virus’ at the Corofin Festival over the weekend. Not all the concerts were full.
Just a hint of things to come.