Only in Ireland
It helps to leave America, in my case anyway. Not for any political or philosophical reasons, but because there are fewer distractions in a country where hardly anyone knows you.
We hung out with our friends Mick and Kathy for a few days. They run a retreat center called Sherkin North Shore on an island off the Irish coast. Their next boatload of guests wasn’t due to arrive for a few days, so we had the place to ourselves.
The seascape was breathtaking
The views, of course, were spectacular.
Kathy caught me gawping out the front window one morning and said, “A place like this must really inspire you to write.” I smiled and nodded, but in fact I did all my writing in the little hut where we slept. I had an excellent view of the wall and the bed.
Then we went to Cork City, to an apartment on Blarney Street on the North Side, which looked down onto the city herself, nestled in the valley of the Lee River.
View from the Deck
From the Kitchen
There couldn’t have been a better kitchen view. Perfect complement to morning coffee or the evening meal. What a marvelous place to sit and read the paper! But the most inspirational thing about the apartment was that it had an ideal place to write.