|Saving Private Rice!|
|Sundown in Wexford|
Firstly the company was fabulous, there's nothing better than being with a great bunch of fellow writers and this lot were awesome - focused, smart, articulate women who were, most importantly of all, a lot of fun to be with. Or as the Irish would say 'great craic'.
|Oscar Wilde woz here!|
Calm, serene and beautifully furnished, the traditional thatched cottage we stayed in is rumoured to be the place where Oscar Wilde spent his childhood summers. Well, one thing I will say, there was a definite writing vibe as soon as we got there - whether that was Oscar's ghost or the lack of wifi who knows. But either way, after a day of settling in and raiding the local SuperValu, we were all getting down to work.
|Soaking up the Smithwicks|
|Our Lady's Island|
Rosslare Harbour – to feed our internet and Clonakilty sausage addictions.
The Lobster Pot - a local pub to eat crab claws soaked in garlic butter.
Our Lady's Island - to light a candle at the outdoor shrine and have a glass of Smithwicks at the Island Bar (both holy experiences IMHO).
Curracloe Beach - to get windswept while learning all about the filming of Saving Private Ryan from our own Abby Green.
|Another picture in the Pub! Wot?|
I even found time to start running every morning, something I'm going to keep up now I'm home... Although jogging around Clissold Park in Hackney doesn't have quite the same inspirational vibe as jogging down the quiet country lanes to Carne Beach.
When we headed back to Dublin a week later I was really sad to say goodbye to everyone.
But there's only one cure for my melancholia... We MUST do it again, ladies...
|Leaving my heart in Wexford|