It was a full, cold butter moon that illuminated Newgrange’s kidney shape. It was so big it sucked the Irish Sea towards it in one great gulp, threatening to drown the pale shore when it spat it back out again. But that was almost 50 kilometres away and of no immediate concern to the three dozen people clustered inside the ancient temple.
Welcome to the Wunderkamer. Here you’ll find:
- a smattering of short stories
- my debut novel for young adults: The Cultivated Girl
- more about Pauline (Pix) English.
You won’t find many musings on the blog, there are not enough hours in the night. However, if you follow my Facebook page you’re bound to get some updates.