Tuesday, 16 April 2013

IF YOU EVER GO ACROSS THE SEA

to Ireland....

I've been doing that a lot recently.

And even though my lovely culchie heroine Bridie Browne never made it past 20,000 words (she's still marooned in a grotty hotel near Luton airport - the kind of place where you find public hairs stuck in the plug-hole) I haven't ruled out her having her own story, one day.



Here's a photo of me, bundled up against the cold in a gem of place called Powerscourt House.  The gardens are magnificent.  The distant hills dreamy.  
This is a land of poetry and song.
A place to fall in love with.

 And now I'm just off to sing The Wild Colonial Boy!
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5 comments:

  1. Desere16 April 2013 at 16:02

    Love the pic Sharon xxx

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    1. Sharon Kendrick16 April 2013 at 16:17

      Thanks, Desere - it's such a gorgeous place. :-)

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  2. jaganderson16 April 2013 at 16:21

    One of the reasons I read romance novels as a teenager was they took me to places I wanted to see. I loved England and WOULD visit London before I died. Paris and Amsterdam were to be explored, and memories treasured and brought out when I was old. Memories of John Wayne and The Quite Man made me want to see Ireland and all the forty shades of green. I have managed to do much on my places to go list but strangely, Ireland is still waiting.

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    1. Sharon Kendrick16 April 2013 at 17:55

      jaganderson - I was like that about Ireland, too. Hadn't been there since I was a little girl, until one day I thought: just go. So I did. And now I'm kind of hooked...

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  3. MommyHeadache24 April 2013 at 18:57

    Powerscourt House looks great!! Will check it out when I am next in the Emerald Isle.
    Emma
    http://www.expatsblog.com/contests/408/were-not-in-kansas-anymore

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