Gráinne Daly

Reflections of a Redhead

Some things in life are so beautiful you never want them to end. Slow sex with the man of your dreams, sharing happy Christmas mornings with your family, a delicious meal under the Italian sun. The Italian dining experience is one that needs no further writing. The world does not need one more sentence documenting …

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There’s an unwritten code that pyjamas are the first things to be packed into a suitcase. No matter how hip the destination, you know you’ll definitely be sleeping. In they go, with the good intentions of anything packed early. They are laid out with precision, taking care not to fold them too much so they …

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It’s just after 5, and a half moon glows in the sky. It’s almost too dark for walking in the forest park, but you continue on, enjoying the novelty of walking in dark woods. The scent of moss sweetens the air and you breathe in as much you can. Every now and then, where the …

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Anyone who’s ever been gifted an upgrade to business knows that it is a whole different ball game. I will be forever grateful to the angelic soul who made it possible for me. (He knows who he is.) And as if landing in Chicago for the first time couldn’t be more exciting, I’d just travelled …

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Kingscourt’s a grand wee town, plenty of pubs and grubberies. There’s Gartlan’s with its thatch and the trad sessions on a Sunday evening. But it’s not Sunday and you’re not stopping off in Kingscourt today, you’re just passing through. On down past Dún a Rí Forest park, home of the famous Wishing Well and the …

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There’s nothing as refreshing as the nose-watering gust that lifts in over Keel Strand, steals into your ears and blocks out everything else. You’ll look out at the retreating tide and feel your worries wash away with it. Oneness is what some call this. Mindfulness, others. There’s truth in both, for it is a special …

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Carpeted in Autumn’s disarray, the steps wind up in front of me. Although steeped in soggy foliage, I know every curve and groove of them. I’ve been climbing them for thirty years. Out of the green depths forest, the river rushes past disturbing the silence of empty trees. Her girth has swollen after a downpour …

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