Sunday, 16 August 2026

Cruising in the Baltic

 So we had our first cruise last month... :-)

And we really enjoyed it. We started in Copenhagen and cruised through the Baltic Sea ending in Helsinki, visiting Germany, Poland, Sweden, Latvia and Estonia.

The itinerary was a bit curtailed. A problem with the ship meant that we were not able to visit Oslo (though we have both been there before) and rough weather in the middle of the trip meant we were unable to dock in Klaipeda, in Lithuania. I'd been there before on a previous trip to the region as a guided tour but Gerard hadn't.

Gdansk for me was one of the highlights of the trip. Our ship docked in Gdynia, not far from the city, so we took a taxi to and from Gdansk. I had no great expectations of it, but it was a really beautiful place and one that I would be very happy to visit again.

Another highlight was the town of Wismar, in northern Germany, which we visited while we were docked in Warnemuende. Interestingly it was where the German film director, F. W. Murnau, filmed some of the scenes from his silent movie Nosferatu. And there was a plaque on the ground in the main square celebrating that.

Monday, 20 April 2026

Ripley

 I've been on a Ripley binge recently.

This month I read the book, The Talented Mr Ripley by Patricia Highsmith, for the first time. One of the greats of crime literature. I bought myself and anthology of the first four books in the series (which is called The Ripliad in a paroday of the Iliad or Odyssey). I read it over three days, and found it enthralling even though I knew the story. I'd seen the 1999 movie version, and knew that though it had added to the clues about Ripley's sexuality, it was a pretty faithful adaptation, though of course a movie can only show so much compared to the novel.

The book is way better and the gay subplot is still definitely there though more subtle.

Though he is a psychopath I was rooting for him the whole time. In some ways he is a blank cipher, a chameleon who adapts to his surroundings with ease and at will. He is amoral, self-serving but also somehow wise and astute. The book is a real page-turner. and Patricia Highsmith's prose is wonderful, spare and compelling.

Once I'd finished the book, I read that there was a new adaptation available on Netflix, starring Andrew Scott as Ripley. And just called Ripley. So I had to see it.

And it is amazing. There are some differences from the novel. Andrew Scott is in his late forties, so more than 20 years older than the character in the book. So more steeped in the con tricks and hustles that he needs to do to survive in New York at the start of the story.

Filmed in black-and-white (unlike the 1999 film which shows Italy in all its glory), it has a film noir feel and is more sinister and gritty. Stair figure a lot - climbing and descending through the town of Atrani, in the Roman apartment where the lift is out of order. Choices of staircases to follow. The plot twists and turns like the staircases and leads us into unexpected places.

Some of the casting was a bit odd, especially the character of Freddie who is Ripley's second murder victim. 

But overall the book and the TV series get five stars from me. 

And I had to carry on with the book series, The Ripliad and so I started the next in line, Ripley Under Ground, set six years after the events of The Talented Mr Ripley. Tom is now married and living in France with a thriving business in the art world, creating forgeries of the work of a painter who may have killed himself in Greece. Not as great as the first book but still four stars. 

Thursday, 9 April 2026

Learning Spanish

 From today, I am learning Spanish.

 

Well, I've been using Duolingo Spanish for a while now, since we planned our trip to Mexico. Though we were mostly in an organised group, we had some time to ourselves as well and some Spanish would be useful. As it turned out, my very basic Spanish, based on my knowledge of Italian and a few phrases in Spanish, did help a bit especially when it came to ordering food when out for dinner by ourselves.

 

Now I have made a decision to start a beginners' Spanish course with a real teacher here in Waterford. And I've signed up with a couple more online resources.

 

So here we go.... 

Thursday, 5 March 2026

Mexico

 We are off on our travels next week. The first big trip of the year. I had a quick trip over to Manchester and Weston-super-Mare in January but this is crossing an ocean for the first time in a while.

It's Gerard's 50th birthday next week, on the 10th, so we decided to do something exotic. Egypt was our first thought but we decided that the Middle East and North Africa might be a bit unstable. Then a cartel war erupted in Puerto Vallarta... Thankfully things seem to have quietened down in Mexico as the situation gets worse in Iran.

On Wednesday we are taking KLM to Amsterdam from Dublin, and from there direct to Mexico City. After a few days in the city we take a tour through the Aztec, Zapotec and Maya areas in Mexico and Guatemala, finishing in Belize City. Then we fly home via Atlanta.

The trip of a lifetime... 

Wednesday, 14 January 2026

Candle Light

 Candle light


It's part of a sacred moment. I light a candle and dedicate it to the goddess, thinking of people in age past who did the same thing, different goddesses or gods over millennia of time.


The candle casts a pale light, tentative at first until the wick really flares us. Now I see the room around me, the light catching on the corners of the books on the table, the mirror on the wall and the notebook and pen in front of me. 


I pick up the pen and start to write, morning pages for the new year and the new day. 


The thoughts pass in front of my mind. What am I grateful for today? What affirmations do I want to make for myself? How do I want to be today?


Time passes. The candle burns down slowly and the sky brightens with the rising sun, red and orange in the morning air.  


My pen stops writing. Now the day can begin.

Sunday, 11 January 2026

Thought for the Day

 


A Dream of Blue


 


A Dream of Blue


The sky is always there, even when there are clouds and rain like there are today.

Blue is the colour of creativity, calm and serene, giving healing energy and letting my spirit soar, up into the wide blue sky.

This is a year of creation. A year of development, of energy, of courage and commitment.

I commit to myself in the dream, as I drift among the stars. 

All it takes is one small step. A reaching out to take something that I already have.

My mind is not always a limiter, a judge or a critic. It can be free to take me where I want to go.

I envision the future. My future self looks back and sees me as I am today.

I am here now, on this grey January day. The clouds and rain are here. But the sky is still blue.

Friday, 9 January 2026

New Year's Eve 2025/26

 New Year's Eve


I sit at the gateway to the year 

Reading Tarot by candlelight

Days of Omens

Crows, the dark birds of the Morrigan, Ireland's Shadow Queen

They call and echo her demand for action

Harsh-sounding poetry, echoing and rhyming in ways that jolt

The magic, the light and the shadow

On the threshold as the year fades into the new

And now I am old, though truly I love being older

Wiser with the learning I have done through time

Now I feel the age covering me

As the year quietly ends and starts again

I am grateful as everything gears up to move

After the still point of midnight

I am safe, secure

Cold outside but warm in here

My sanctuary is here, my altar and my ancestors

I face the future once again

And breathe in

Tuesday, 6 January 2026

The Barest Hint

I remember the tile on the floor. It was white with a hint of grey, the pattern was like an angel's wing. If I half closed my eyes I could even see the angel, and imagine him as my protector, my avenger.

What would it feel like to be safe? I wondered. What if I were enfolded in an angel's wings and shielded from harm?

I couldn't imagine that, to be honest. My mind wandered. I could lose myself in the depths of my imagination. I saw myself living someone else's life. Happy. Vital. Glowing. Proud.

But the angel somehow came back to me. What would his name be? I wondered. The great archangels all had solid names. Gabriel. Michael. Uriel. But if we all had one looking after us, it wouldn't be one of those. Could an angel be called Doris? Or Mandy? Or Alfie?

I smiled to myself as I imagined my angel being called Dolly. I could see her (or him?) in front of me, wings outstretched. Dolly would keep me safe. Dolly would protect me.

I lay on the cold bathroom floor, a drop of my blood on the tile beside me.

Help me now please, Dolly