I was in Jampa Ling last weekend for the bi-annual Work Weekend that had us preparing the organic garden for spring planting. The head gardener was thrilled with us as we completed the weekend's work in the first day and carried on regardless! Beds were cleared and manured, weeds pulled, stones removed, and shed cleaned. The speed of our work was entirely due to the Herculean labours of three young men from the west of Ireland (two originally from Cornwall but now living in Co. Clare). Aside from being great craic, with tremendous enthusiasm and work ethic, they turned out to be professional surfers of the big waves. Here's a fabulous website that covers some of what they do: www.honestcaptain.com. (One of them is also a sailor.) I'm as green as the sea at the life they live! But I don't begrudge them. This gorgeous photo is from their site and I assume was taken by the amazing Mickey Smith, surfer, photographer, and film-maker.
I was born in Ireland and grew up in Toronto, Canada with my seven sisters and two brothers. Left home at seventeen to live in a commune, then headed off across Canada with my pal, Carole, and we hitch-hiked around California for months, then back up to Vancouver(Van as we called it then) and across Canada with two more pals, Linda and Peggy. A year later, headed off to Malaysia and Borneo with Jeunesse Canada Monde/Canada World Youth for a year. Baik-lah! Back home, went to Trinity College at the University of Toronto (posh blokes) while also joining the Canadian Naval Reserve as an Officer Cadet. Trained on the east and west coasts of Canada every summer. Great fun. Then what? Hmm. Started to write books, dodgy personal life (that's personal but let's just say it's been a long time between drinks) started to wander around the world, had a darling daughter, settled down in Ireland, wrote more books.