Isn’t it funny how, when you look back on things, everything seems to be linked in some small way?
I've had one of those weeks where I've taken a meandering walk down memory lane. It all started with a trip to my Mum's home county of Cork, scene of many childhood holidays.
Having not visited for ages, I found myself doing two trips there in five days. The first was to attend a screening of my son's movie at the Indie Fest. Crowley cousins, who I hadn't seen together in aeons, came along and later we dined on pizza and memories
I didn't go home empty-handed, obviously, making sure to stock up on items you can only find in the independent republic.