THE BOAT
Growing up in a small fishing village in Ireland offered me the privilege of watching boats sail in and out of the harbour, surrounded by people who knew how to follow the cycles of the moon, understood
Memories… Larne – Stranraer
Caledonia
In the summer months when I was a child, we would often take the ferry to Stranraer from Larne and visit my sister who lived with her Scottish husband in ‘
Things I love… No,120
My dear father’s last words… “Frances, you need a boat…” Always a gentleman and a quiet man, these words carry great meaning and sentiment and to this day I tre
Things I love… No,116
Just happened on a song by James Taylor called ‘September Grass’ and it reminded me of my father’s last words… He said, ‘Frances, do you know what you nee