Tag: travel
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Episode 52 – Heff & Huff
Heff, Hutt & the Inheritance of Dog Biscuits After Dad passed, the will was read, the turf was turned and the drama rolled in faster than a storm over Faurel Hill. But you know what no one fought over?The dogs. That’s right. Heff and Hutt. Dad’s loyal sidekicks, his four-legged farmhands (and before that my…
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Episode 34 – Because Who Needs an Alarm System?
Because Who Needs an Alarm System When You’ve Got an Old Dog and a False Sense of Security?? You know what’s fun? Living alone in the middle of nowhere as a single woman with a geriatric dog and thinking you have a working alarm system, only to find out it was cancelled behind your back.…
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Episode 28 -When The Turf Wars Began..
Dad died on a Monday – November 2023. We buried him that Wednesday. It was a quiet, cold affair, the kind of stillness that clings to you in November. But before the grief could even settle, before I could catch my breath, the winds started to shift and not in my favor. The very next…
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Episode 27 – Under the Will, Over the Line (A tale of turf, power plays and one baler too far)
There’s turf.And then there’s turf warfare. €450 bought me a hard-earned heap of dry turf. What it didn’t buy me?Access to the shed where we’ve always stored it.Because, as if by magic (or malice), the very same week the turf arrived, Faurel Hill’s resident gatekeeper rolled an old baler into the shed like a rusted…
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Episode 26 -The Turf War (No, Literally)
Saturday was one of those rare days when something actually went right. I got turf – real, solid, honest-to-goodness turf. I stacked it carefully in the garage, the way you do when you’re trying to keep things dry, neat and under your own control for once. A small act of self-respect, really. Turf in the…
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Episode 18 – All Hail His Majesty, Sovereign of Faurel Lake
Every family has one – the mysterious sibling who claims to love the land, right up until there’s a boat involved. In our case, it was a real royal affair. Picture it: while the some of us were knee-deep in turf, care rotas and emotional debris, Bully Yates was quietly launching his monarchy… one boat…
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Episode 1 – New installation at Faurel Hill…
Nothing says ‘Welcome home’ like a freshly planted ‘NO PARKING‘ sign facing your front door – complete with threats of clamping and citations of legal acts no one asked for! Installed less than 24 hours after I dared to … unload groceries. Ah rural theatre. Featuring tractors, signs and sibling ego – on repeat. Let…
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Episode 4 Smile! You’re in a Passive-Aggressive Family Sitcom
(Except It’s Not Funny) Nothing says ‘we respect your space‘ like waking up to find security cameras that can be pointed directly at your windows. Yes, windows. As in: kitchen, back door and the upstairs bathroom. Because apparently privacy is optional now – especially if your brother owns the house and thinks that makes him…
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Episode 2 Turf-Fueled Drama.
The Passive-Agressive Art of Denying A Woman Her Fuel You’d think, in rural Ireland, turf would be sacred. In a normal household, getting turf delivered is simple: it arrives, it gets stored and you warm your home. But alas, we’re back in bullyyates land, where access to fuel is political and the turf shed is…
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 