savourites #4

favourite pasta | reads with punch | boot bargains

I’m writing this in Dublin airport where, in all honesty, there is little to savour. We started this morning in a village on the edge of County Donegal’s north-west coast, a place where I saw more cuckoos (on top of a telephone pole, singing his little heart out) than people. Here the air is filled with beeping equipment and chattered excitement. It’s hard to believe we spent the past three nights hearing very little at all.