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A dirty weekend (of sorts)

Posted on 15 February, 2016

Planning a weekend away on a tiny island  in the Atlantic in the middle of February is a risky move. But if you waited for the weather you’d never go anywhere in Ireland. So we packed all the rain gear we owned and headed to Heir Island. Ewan asked to pack his sunglasses. He’s read books about holidays and thinks that such items are needed. We packed them with mocking grins the night before. Little did we know the child is a weather forecasting prodegy. Steve and I squinted our way down the windy roads of West Cork to the pier only to be greeted with the brightest green sea I’ve ever seen.


Ewan’s packing choices were vindicated!


We spent the weekend finding shells, drinking tea, cosying by the fire and helping Ewan out of giant puddles. No matter what wet gear, welly combo we put him in he managed to find a muddy puddle big enough to drench his trousers and socks underneath. Squelching home for food the, sponging wellies and drying them with the hair dryer before the next walk became the pattern of the day. It turns out 4 tracksuit bottoms, one rain suit and waterproof ski pants are not enough for two days away. Who would have known! Our muddy weekend made for a very dirty weekend but not in the traditional meaning of the phrase.

Despite the fact that it’s only about two hours from Cork it feels like we’ve had a real break. Sun, sea, bitter coldness, rain and mud what more could you ask for from a weekend.

I already want to go back!

Here are some of our photos if you’d like a look.

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Most beautiful place ever!

Posted on 13 March, 2014

Tonight we are getting out the calendar and planning a trip to Heir Island and the title is no word of a lie. A broad statement I’ll admit but it’s pretty accurate. Heir Island is a tiny island off West Cork. When I say tiny the whole island is only 2.5 km long.

I have made many attempts to write about it but they all sound so cliche. Phrases like “edge of the world”, “a world apart” sound trite.

I have been looking back over the pictures and even some of them seem overly quaint with little white cottages and farm animals.

But there is nothing that can be done. The place is just too picturesque. It brings out phrases like “there is the sense that the everyday world is a country we have left behind” (Irish Examiner)  but they are right, you do get that sense! 

Rather than embarrass myself with hyperbolic paragraphs I’ll simply share my holiday photos over the last few years. 

Unfortunately for a few years now I have been obsessed with Instagram filters. Heir Island doesn’t need them but for a time I could not stop myself adding a Lo-Fi, Earlybird or the occasional Sutro filter. Luckily it’s under control now and hopefully our next trip will yield more natural photographs.  I have routed out some pre-instagram pictures too to hopefully balance things out.


heir island, west cork, ireland

Not only is every view in every direction stunning but the best thing ever is you call in your shopping list and the ferry delivers it all tied up with string.

I can’t wait to go again this year!

I wish it was now!

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