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Home To Vote
As I write this, planes from everywhere are disgorging bands of women into airports across the Republic who have flown home to Ireland to vote YES to the repeal of the Eighth Amendment. It is a vital vote in Ireland today and by the time you read this, the result will be in. I am…

Marseille, snapshots of a mighty city
I have recently been on an excursion to Marseille. It is a little less than two hours west of our Olive Farm in the direction towards Spain. Marseille is an ancient harbour city set right in the middle of the stretch of Mediterranean that fringes the south of France. I have written at length in…
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A little interview
Dear readers, I hope you have enjoyed getting to know me better and learning more about THE FORGOTTEN SUMMER over the past week. To finish we have one more exclusive for you – a little interview I recorded when I was in London visiting my publisher a couple of weeks ago. Enjoy! x