on my current escape i have journeyed a bit farther than usual. can you guess where i am?
if i reveal that my residence is called murphy's farmhouse, you'll know it's ireland. there was a chance to go and even though i wasn't really feeling as excited as i wanted to, i packed my bags and left anyway.
the coach trip from dublin to cork was this incredible pastoral overdose with fields of sheep after cows after horses and even two donkeys at some point. amazing stacked stonewalls everywhere, rooks flying all over the place. and finally, at dusk, these massive black mountains. and a castle of course. i stumbled out of the bus in kinsale, and breathed in, deep, the scent of the sea.
so far it has been lovely and misty outdoors and miserably cold and damp inside the house. once we get the heating going i'm sure it'll improve but it's downright ghastly as it is now. the people are nice, though, and the irish accent is music to my ears.
the best thing about being here is the atlantic ocean. or cadbury's chocolate with the turkish delight filling. could be both.
