No your eyes do not deceive you. There’s no travel vlog to see here, though I hope you find a nice surprise in its place. If you’re new round these parts then WELCOME and for those who’ve been with me since way back it’s lovely to have you here again. So let’s settle in, get comfy and take a trip or two back in time as I introduce you to my number one travel buddy.
As I write this post my tip-tip-tapping is being accompanied by the panting and harrumphing of my new BFF. New noises and a cooling breeze are floating in through my bedroom window and I couldn’t be happier about it.
The harrumph-er in question is a docile scamp named Allie whose hair rivals Cyndi Lauper’s punkiest styles. She has been brightening my days for the past few weeks with her waggy tail and insatiable thirst for walks and playtime. The noise through the window are further south than I’m used to but as the days roll on they seem a little more familiar.
Fifteens were probably one of the first things I ever made with my mum in our kitchen. Just the ticket with a hot cup of milky tea, they are really easy to make and a staple at every coffee morning I’ve ever been to back home.
As the name suggests, all you need are 15 of each ingredient bound together with glorious, gloopy condensed milk and garnished with a generous sprinkle of coconut. You can double up your ingredients and make a bigger batch – they freeze well and defrost quickly so they’re great for when people drop in.
Last week was a roller coaster. We mourned the loss of some of the world’s most vibrant and innovative artists. It was difficult to feel warmth in the dark abyss. And yet a chink of light appeared under a heavy door as a stiff key turned toward change.
Last week, for the first time, a woman became First Minister of Northern Ireland. If you’re not familiar with Northern Irish politics First Minister is a bit like Prime Minister. Her name is Arlene Foster and she comes from County Fermanagh. Fermanagh, if you’ve never been, is where the majority of rain that falls in Northern Ireland seems to land and as a result, abounds with lush green fields.
One of my favourite places to visit when I’m home is St. George’s Market. A stone’s throw from Belfast Central station, it’s a great place to wile away the hours. Open Friday – Sunday you can start your day with breakfast from one of the many stalls – a good idea if you’ve been sampling the local pubs and clubs the night before. And it’s not just local food you’ll find there – if you’ve a hankering for paella, for example, they’ve got you covered.
Tales of adventure 