Rathgall hillfort and Rathcoran in Baltinglass hill.

A few weeks ago we decided to take the drone out to wicklow and explore Rathgall hillfort and Rathcoran passage grave and hillfort.

We went to Rathgall Hillforth first and what a beautiful hillfort it is. Very well maintained.

We then headed off to discover Rathcoran. This wasn’t as easy to find. A steep vertical climb through a forest and crossed over some fields, we found it. However the fog had come down so the views were not as spectacular as we had hoped. Its definitely worth the effort and we did have fun discovering how to get there.


I booked our tickets back in September to go and see Farmaphobia. Glad I did. It was great.

A few years ago while in Krakow I visited a place called Lost Souls Alley, it was terrifying and that was its aim. I always thought how great it would be to have something like this in Ireland. And we do.

We arrived on time at Causey Farm for our night of terror. A 20 min drive from Navan. We were glad we had our hiking boots with us, it was a little muddy after all the rain.

A brief check in followed by a health a safely talk and we were on our way. 5 terrors awaited us.

1. Zombie Morgue

2. Mommas Murder Maize

3. Purge Night

4. Clown Town

5. Cult.

Each experience was very good and all the actors were amazing. There was never much of a queue to get into any of the terrors, and any time we were queuing we were kept entertained by some very scary actors.

I really don’t like Clowns and wasn’t sure if I would actually go into this terror room. However I did. It was definitely the best room in terms of jump scares. I was absolutely terrified.

It was a great experience and I would definitely go back. Well done to everyone involved.

My special superpower, creating problems that don’t exist. The over thinker……am I superwoman?

I am a multitalented person. I can write stuff, and I can create problems
that do not exist. The first one, I am happy about, however the second one, not
so much, I could easily live without this talent.

I could give a masterclass on over thinking and win a Nobel prize for it.
Been able to use it to create problems that do not exist might just be my
superpower. The fact is, every time I use this power, problems suddenly pop up.
See? It works!

It is no secret that I am new at being in a healthy relationship. Even
though I have been in a relationship for a while now, I am still not entirely
accustomed to it. You see I have had years to familiarize myself with toxic
relationships-to learn the ends and outs of verbal abuse, neglect, dishonesty,
infidelity, gaslighting and how to cope with the clusterfuck of toxic traits I
have encountered. But respect, honesty, compassion, love, and kindness are an
equitable partnership? That is all new to me. I do not get it fully.

My mind is so used to the patterns of unhealthy relationships. My reactions
are conditioned by toxicity. So instead of being curious, I lean toward
hypervigilance. I over-think every possible scenario, it is my mind’s way of
trying to protect me, (or so I tell myself) but instead, it just causes me more

I could give you an example, but it simply would not cover the scope of this
alleged superpower. Suffice to say, if there was a way to over-think something,
I am your girl, I am more than capable of doing this. I read into silences,
intuiting other meanings from the words I am hearing, and crafting entirely
messed up melodramas from my fears.

Guess what I am not alone.

Anyone who has a history of trauma, meaning everyone, can relate to this
superpower. While not everyone over-thinks all the time, we are all capable of
it. Do you agree? We have been there, but the truth is we do not all move there
and take up residence. I do, which makes me have this superpower.

I always believed that my over-thinking as a way to protect myself from
getting hurt. If I could imagine every possible outcome, I could be prepared.
But all I was doing was creating problems out of nothing. I have shed tears
over things that have not happened, felt pain from situations that may never
happen. I have twisted myself up in knots of anxiety over what-ifs and I have
created drama out of thin air because honestly, I am not always sure how to
cope with the calm or happy. I am learning. It is an interesting superpower. So,
for a while now I have been trying to lose this superpower. I am reading books;
I am listening to podcasts but more importantly I am talking to my friends
about this special superpower. I go to talk therapy and I have discovered so
much about myself, and I am learning how to train my thoughts and move away
from the over thinking person I am.

The first step I have taken has been to call myself out of this bullshit of
overthinking. Realizing It is not protecting me, in fact all it is doing is
hurting me in advance of imagined future hurts, not preventing them from

I have also started recognising my triggers and I have started paying
attention to my thought patterns. When I move into an unhealthy pattern, the
pattern where I am imagining dark and twisted scenarios, I can for the most
part pull myself back out. I do not just dive in anymore and indulge in whatever
entirely fucked up plot my brain has thrown at me. That is a great skill for
writing fiction, (which would be a better blog lol) but when I start imagining
everything that could go wrong in my life, I stop, and I take a brain break.

Brain breaks- I highly recommend them. I definitely cannot make every
thought in my head shup up and give me peace and quiet, but I can take breaks
from these thoughts. I can put down the serious and lengthy novel in favour of
a light and pleasant read. I can switch the channel from a stress-inducing
drama to something that makes me laugh or warms my heart. I am becoming more
grounded and mindful of the present moment. It has taken a lot of work, but I
am better at this. Mind-fullness as a practice can be incredibly helpful for
people like me, an over-thinker. It pulls me back from the downward spiral by
keeping me only in the present moment of what I am experiencing at that exact
time. Being grounded keeps my senses in tune with the present, which can help
me break the cycle of disappearing into toxic pasts. Moving myself away from my
phone is the best brain break I can give myself. It is not always possible but
when I can, I go for a walk, listen to a podcast or happy music, or my most
recent favourite brain break, is going into my garden with a cup of coffee and
admiring all the plants and flowers. Telling myself how proud I should be of
me, I did that. I grew them, I nurtured them. I watered them, I feed them. I
ground myself. And I place myself in the moment, I smell the flower, I see the
flower, I hear the bee, I taste my coffee and I feel my bum sitting on the
chair and suddenly, all is okay with the world again. I am here. I am breathing
I am alive.

I can create new mental patterns. When my mind starts trying to create a
problem, I can use logic and reason to bring it back to reality. Ground my
thoughts. I can establish new ways of reacting rather than falling into old
patterns. I indulge in conversations about something positive rather than
dwelling on my fears. This does not mean I am ignoring the pain or distracting
myself from it. I am reconditioning myself not to dwell on imagined pain that has
not even happened.

I see triggers for what they are now. Triggers come from trauma, and what
they are doing when they pop up is showing us an area that we need to heal in.
They may be maladaptive, but their roots are protective. And as a society, we
have made triggers a minefield and we have asked other people to tiptoe around
them. But the positive utility of a trigger is that it points us to an
experience in our lives that still needs healing and attention. We should look
at it as an opportunity for growth. We should use it to learn the lessons,
address the pain and allow for healing.

I can also see clarity. Instead of assuming the worse every time I fall down this particular rabbit hole, I can speak up. To my partner. To my friends. To my family. I do not have to play out the scenarios one by one in hopes that one of them is the right one, and
therefore I will be adequately prepared. I can just figure out what is going on
with an actual conversation.

Part of the process is talking about my triggers. It is uncomfortable
sometimes talking about my triggers to the people in my life that I love
because I have so dam many. In fact, my son is the most person I speak to
around this. He is the only one who really knows me and understands where I
have come from and why I have this superpower. I never feel judged. I just feel
his love. Around other people I would rather seem a little more well-adjusted than
I actually am. Having to admit that my mind has some dark pathways makes me
more vulnerable, and too often, we tend to interpret that as feeling weak. I
know I do. But talking about my triggers allows me short circuit the process. I
do not follow down those paths. Instead, I put a spotlight on them.

Every day I am learning more and more how to exist without toxicity. I am
learning to create a new kind of life where those old reactions are no longer
appropriate. They are no longer wanted. Anxiety, hypervigilance, over-thinking-
they all become coping skills I no longer need in my life, and I am rewiring my
brain to accept joy, peace, and prosperity instead. I am learning to exist in a
healthy relationship without waiting for it to turn into an unhealthy one. Because
if it does not turn into one, then this superpower will turn it into one.

It is a practice. It is about wanting to change. I still have to talk about
triggers more often than I would like, and if there is an impossible yet tragic
scenario out there, I am sure my mind will go hunt it up and try and play it
out. Maybe it always will. But I definitely will not just jump headlong into
the rabbit hole, and I will not follow every single path my mind tries to take
me down. I will get better.

If creating problems that do not exist is a superpower, I do not want it. It
is great for fiction as I said before, but I have no use for it in my everyday
life anymore. I just have to get better at telling those thoughts that they are
not the boss of me. I have to boss up, I have to chair the meeting, I am in charge,
and I have to live like I believe that.



With lots of restrictions been lifted from Covid19, it was nice to get out.

Myself and himself decided to go for dinner to Luvida. Im glad we did. It was delicious.

We were seated at a nice romantic table for 2. The Early Bird was still available and the options suited us. 2 Courses €23 and 3 courses €27.

For starters I wanted the spicy chicken wings but they only had the BBQ flavour available (BBQ would definitely have been too sweet for me). Instead I asked if I could order the King Prawns and Mussels Pil Pil from the A La Carte and pay a supplement, this was no problem. Himself had the BBQ Pork Chunks. Both were delicious.

BBQ Pork Chunks
King Prawns and Mussels Pil Pil

For mains I had the confit of Duck leg, which was served with Puy Lentils and a red cabbage puree and an option of a side. Himself had the Rib eye Steak with all the trimmings. He declared it was delicious.

Confit Duck Leg
Rib Eye Steak

Dessert was Sticky Toffee pudding for himself and an Espresso Martini for me. We had a wonderful evening. If I had to fault anything I would say that the food was a little cold, but other than that the evening was perfect. Will definitely return.

Women……you need to start owning sex

We definitely shouldn’t ever be congratulated for being sexual beings.

After a blog I wrote a few months back “How Long is too Long” a friend congratulated me about being proactive and openly talking about women’s sexual needs, which is rare for a woman apparently. I do really like a compliment like the next person but this really got me thinking.

Why does this add to a females character if they freely talk about sex and discuss what they enjoy? And why does this mean that I’m being proactive?

Talking openly about your sexual preferences shouldnt be a good thing, it should be normal. Congratulating women for this just leads to an assumption that they are making an effort, even changing their ways. Taking one for the team if you like.

In fairness congratulating women for this worsens the situation. Sex is natural and normal. Sexual pleasure is not a club owned by men where occasionally they let a confident woman in because she’s proactive about sex.

I get that people mean well and my friend was being very polite and wanted to encourage me and my blog. (Even if he did insult my extremely bad grammar). It does however sum up our society, where women feel like they have to have sex and a high sex drive is seen as an anomaly.

Rebecca Reid said ” There is a lingering perception that sex isn’t for women.” That its something done to us, almost in spite of us, rather than with us.

I believe sex is for everyone. It shouldn’t be an exclusive world where women are congratulated for talking about it or enjoying it.

The case of the female orgasm” a book written by Elizabeth Lloyd is an interesting read. Statistics from over 33 comprehensive studies over the last 80 years showed that only 25% of women consistently have orgasms during sex and to add to this shocking fact only 20%  seldom or ever have orgasms during sex at all. And as low as 5% of women never have an orgasm. Are you shocked?

Perhaps women get bored easily and need other stimulations to reach an orgasm. The study also shows that women in a relationship for more than a year got fed up.

Would it be fair to say that because of this fact, that women need more effort in the sexual act. Has this  put both men and women off thinking that women deserve sexual pleasure? Do we just say that women just are not that into it and leave it there? It does seem easier than learning what we like. Wouldn’t it be better to put more effort in and wait a little longer for that sweet orgasm?

Maybe we should demand the above rather than be grateful when it does happen. I mean if women believed that this is their world too and felt that they were entitled to pleasure during sex, then they could congratulate men for being into sex so much to make them orgasm.

Are we not cutting ourselves short? The only true joy in sex is a shared connection, giving and receiving the most unbelievable plessure in the world.

Its extremely lazy to accept unsatisfactory sex, and it will make you very unhappy in the long run.

Its time to talk ladies and let’s start today. Masturbate first and learn what you like. Find out what parts of your body send you wild when touched and share these with your partner.

You have to be brave and communicate your feelings. This ends in orgasms and some self entitlement. We are after all, entitled to plessure in this life and if your not receiving it then its time you changed that.

Let’s share the world of sex harmoniously together.

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Michaels Tours: The Great Sugar Loaf

So the BF decided that he was going to take me up The Great Sugar Loaf . It was a stunning morning and a drive down to Wicklow sounded perfect. My mom is from Wicklow so I guess it feels like a home away from home.

We arrived at the car park and it started to rain 😦 but Michael is always prepared for anything Mother Nature has in store for us. So hiking boots on and rain gear packed and off we went.

I have to be honest when we started off my momentum was low and I was pushing myself too fast and I wasn’t enjoying it. Once himself told me to slow down, it wasn’t a race and to just enjoy the journey, I did start to have fun.

As we got closer to the top we met a dad with his little boy who was crying as his hands were cold. Michael gave his gloves to the little boy and dad was very happy. It was very cold and it had started to snow.

The scrambling part for me was my favorite and my wall climbing at Awesome Walls definitely payed off.

Once at the top the views were amazing and I’m not just talking about my gorgeous BF 😘 but having a 360 degree of Wicklow was superb. But a cloud was coming in fast and we wanted to get back down.

We came down another way and when Michael suggested it, I genuinely thought he was joking…… he wasn’t, and off we went, hailstones hitting our faces and it felt like the wind was going to blow me off the side of the Sugar Loaf. We pretty much jumped our way down through loose stones and it was the best fun I had all day. Definitely the best way down.

Once we got back to the car Michaels gloves were waiting for him. We were both super happy that we helped the little guy out.

Hot chocolate, coffee and Chocolate fudge cake after was a welcome warm treat in Plucks . Great afternoon out. Looking forward to more of Michaels Tours.

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Wicklow, “the garden of Ireland”My mom is from Wicklow so I’v always had a connection with this stunning county. So on Saturday we decided to take a trip and do some hill walking.

We arrived a little late, and knew we had limited time to achieve what we wanted. It was very busy and it took us over 30mins to get parked. A nice steady climb up to the waterfall.

It was a stunning day and my partner was well prepared for the climb. He prepares for every kind of weather. And as I learned on our previous climb to Slieve Donard that he’s right. If he hadn’t packed extra clothes for me I would have frozen.


The walk was very enjoyable and I was mesmerized by the views. I love nature and simply love been out doors. I’m not a TV person. Going on a solo adventure is something everyone should do. But sharing an outdoor experience with that special someone is magic. I always feel the healing powers of been outside. It also helps build the gap between nature and the distractions of our busy day-to-day life.

There are so many amazing walks and climbs in Ireland and I look forward to sharing more of my experiences with you.

Malahide to Portmarnock Coast walk

Today I decided I would walk the Malahide to Portmarnock coast road. It was a stunning morning with a beautiful sun shining low.

The walk there and back is about 10k. And with the views it seemed like a much shorter walk.

As you leave Malahide you can look over the beautiful golden sands.

Living away from home, the biggest thing that I miss the most (apart from my family) is the ocean. I miss the smells, the noice, the views but above all I miss “the feel good factor”. Walking barefoot in the sand grounds us, it connects us to nature’s beauty and reduces stress as life finds perspective

The daffodils were already blooming and glowing and people were walking around. Everyone seemed content.

You can see the headland of a Howth in the distance and out at sea you can see Lambay Island

I have never done this walk before but I’ll definitely be doing it again in the very near future .

Massy Woods

First orienteering course attempted last week.

We took a drive up to Massy woods yesterday which is across from Hell Fire Club. Weather wise it was perfect. We took a packed lunch, rain gear and of course our orienteering maps.

We parked at Hell Fire Club. I was excited about reading the maps. It was going to be a fun afternoon.

It’s not as easy as it looks with me getting slightly lost at one stage. It was however a lot of fun.

You don’t have to do the orienteering, you can just go for a walk and I would highly recommend it. The scenery is beautiful and you will definitely feel like you are away from all the stresses of life.

Dear 2020 please be kind.

Let’s just say that 2019 was the most challenging, emotional and spiritual year of my life. In the past year I have been through more upheaval than some people will experience in a life time. My marriage, my health, my family, my finances and my emotional wellbeing were in pieces around me. Much of what defined me collapsed in a matter of weeks.

Looking back over 2019, I want to be able to look back and be grateful, no matter the roadblocks that came in my way. I refuse to be bitter and allow these challenges to take away any power and the love that lies within me. I wanted to allow my pain and loss to take over any sense of joy or peace I felt. I wanted to give more space to my pain so that I could validate it, and somehow feel better through it. So I’ve decided that I’m gong to take time out today to reminisce on this painful year no matter the emotions that will surface, allow myself to dig deep and see all the bad and good that came to me.

New Year’s Day I decided to walk away from a very toxic marriage. A decision that took 2 years to make. Walking away from any relationship can be difficult, because been alone can be a very scary proposition. Staying would have been a tragedy. If toxic people were an ingestible substance, they would definitely come with a high powered warning and secure packaging to prevent any chance of accidental contact. Sadly, families are just not immune to the poisoning lashings of a toxic relationship. Most relionships can feel impossibly difficult at times but for the most part it should feel nurturing and life-giving and at the very least they shouldn’t hurt. Breaking away from the marraige really felt like tearing at barbed wire with bare hands. The more you do this the more it hurts, so for a while you stop tearing, until you realise that its not the tearing that hurts, its the barbed wire – the relationship – and weather you tear it or not, it wont stop cutting into you.

In February, I went for a cycle and got knocked off my bike as I collided into a lorry. My injuries were a concussion, bruises and scratches. I was very lucky. People normally focus on the physical injuries but there was some anxiety and a little post traumatic stress over the weeks that followed. It wasn’t until months later that the reality of what could have been really hit me. I’m still afraid to cycle.

At the beginning of March the marriage breakdown had become hostile and dangerous. I felt broken, wounded and disconnected. The pain was like water, it always found a way to push through any seal. There was no way to stop it. I made the decision to leave my home. A very emotional, stressful decision but one I knew that I had to do. Downsizing from a beautiful three story house to living in a tiny ass bedroom was challenging, both emotionally and mentally. But I felt safe and you can’t put a price on that. I freed myself from material possessions. I’m learning to find home within myself and not look for it outside of myself.

At the end of March, just when I thought I was coming out of the storm, I was hit with the most devastating news ever. On Mothers Day the biggest tragedy of my life happened. My darling sisters life was taken from her. Just like that she was gone. Coping with a violent death is the most severe challenge I had to face. The challenges around this became two-fold. I found myself trying to deal with the trauma and cope with the grief. Many people live with the assumption that the world is a predictable, fair and just place. They believe that they are in control, that they are safe and secure. The harsh reality is very different. There is no way to find the slightest relief from this ordeal. On top of experiencing the natural pain of any loss, I’m finding myself particularly vulnerable to two of the harshest aspects of the whole grief process: self punishment and chaos. Thrown into a pool of torment where my emotions batter and rage without mercy. Along side this I’m dealing with unfamiliar responsibilities, unrealistic demands and very painful intrusions. All of this of course causes a very high level of personal chaos and confusion. Mental images of her death is a constant torture. Coping with agonising factual details and my own imaginings. Imagining her final moments can be the on going torment.

The next few months I put all my energy into the investigation of my sisters death. Threw myself into work but eventually work became very difficult. Working along side my husband was impossible. My stress levels were at an all time high. The environment was abnormal and in September the decision was made to close the business after 10years. Another kick, another loss. When was this year going to end?

I learned a lot in 2019. I learned how selfless I can be. Even in my darkest moments I still made space for others in my heart. I didn’t think I was capable of this. I know now I can give so much even when I feel I don’t have to. Whether that is time, money, love or things. I learned that I didn’t have to struggle alone. People genuinely cared. I had so many people try to help mend my heart. I’ve learned to stop trying too hard. I’m learning to be myself without giving a shit about what people think. I’ve been trying to do that my whole life but I’ve reached a whole new level of not giving a shit. Not because I don’t value other people’s opinions or beliefs, but because I’m beginning to value my own more. In 2019 I freed myself from other people’s expectations of me. I’m grateful for my courage to leave everything behind and start a whole new life. I’m very grateful for all the new entering my life and very grateful for the things that left. I’m grateful that I inspired you and that I inspired myself. I’m grateful that throughout the shittiest year of my life, I rose above and became more of who I am, and for that I am blessed.

I hope that anyone who is going through a challenging time, that they will read this and realise that they have no reason to feel despair. I hope they feel uplifted, encouraged and inspired and that their sparkle returns into their eyes.

I survived the year, going into new relationships, successes and extra large doses of happiness. 2019 definitely changed me. It hardened me up in some ways and it exposed long denied vulnerabilities, too. I’m looking forward to discovering all that 2020 has in store for me. I’m ready for ya!!