With many new buildings, especially those a community hold dear, there is always a settling period before people grow fond of them. I didn’t need that.
Gliding upriver, a fire-breathing monster seeks revenge on St Colmcille, the founder of Derry, for banishing it to the depths of Loch Ness 1,500 years previously.
When most people think of the Emerald Isle, images of quaint country pubs, rolling green hills, Guinness and of course rain are generally front and centre of their thoughts. Beaches are the last thing that spring to mind.
As I manoeuvred the bus-like rental car through the narrow Roman streets of Tiana, I was so thankful Anna insisted she led the way. Indicating left into an even narrower dirt road, with no signage or lighting, I was glad I let manners win over independence.
Grianán of Aileach (Fortress of the Sun) is a wonderful sixth century stone fort, which sits atop a 244 metre high hill in Burt, Co. Donegal. As an angst-ridden teenager it was my own fortress of solace. Revisiting the site this year left me with new feelings.
Meson Don Felipe and Mar I Terra, near Southwark tube station, serve up a taste of the Iberian Peninsula in Central London.
Once you visit an agriturismo and feel like an Italian family has taken you in and made you a part of their lives, even for just a few days, it’s pretty addictive. From north to south, these are some of the most stunning, enjoyable, and hospitable agriturismos that I’ve had the pleasure of visiting (or coveting a visit to) over the years.
Fancy starting your day milking a cow? Or perhaps a morning workout of kneading a kilo of flour and 20 eggs to make Umbrian cheese bread (a sort of savory panettone)? Tribewanted is a series of communities aiming to operate in a completely sustainable manner from financing to staffing and architecture to agriculture where you can start the day just like this.
I always gathered farm stays were just that. A stay. On a farm. But on a recent in-depth trip to the Le Marche region – one of those historically-rich, agriculturally-blessed areas that somehow people never go to – I found out I was dead wrong.
Listen to Patsy-Dan Rodgers – the King of Tory, and a fine accordian player and artist – regale you with tales of the island in the Club Sóisialta (social club); sing and dance with the locals at a ceilidh or explore the nooks and crannies of the island that hold secrets of the past.