Nomadic Emma

I was sitting on a bench in the middle of the afternoon, at a railway station somewhere in Manchester the other day, when I saw an abandoned...

Our garden was so alive this morning. Amidst the rain, Mr. Fox was leaping over backyard fences like an equestrian horse; our big fat pigeon...

Sometimes I love to wake up to the sharp sound of rain on my window. As I press my eyelids apart I can see the water sliding its way down th...

'Affluenza' By Oliver James I very distinctly remember being on a train in India, and having an in depth conversation with a local m...

It's been quite a ride. We first started way back over the other side of the world at the end of 2007, with saving snails and dodging ...

The 'thirty quilt' slowly grows. It is a pretty gradual process, but I'm in no particular rush. It is bigger than it was here , ...

The other night at the pub post-work, we somehow came around to the conversation of whether your friends and family actually know what you d...

Pizzas, rustic style, at Phoebe and Shane's wedding At the beach with Beth & Niamh The annual beer tasting gets a second go for my b...

I don't know if I've ever felt as lucky as I did this past Thursday. From the very start of the day to the absolute finish, I had re...

'The art of walking upright' by Glenn Colquhoun Deep in the bath the water climbs my neck pages just above the water line I'm al...