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One of the really nice things about being home in Ireland for Christmas is hearing stories from years ago. I thought I had heard all of them a million times over, but today my mother told me a new story of something heroic my Nana Murphy once did, which will leave a lasting impression on me. Continue reading

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A Bolognese feast

While the focus of this blog to date has largely been on jewellery making in Florence, I think it’s high time I dedicated an entire post to our Bologna base. There is a saying in Ireland, ‘It would be a great little country if you could roof it’. The town planners at home could do worse than take a leaf out of Bologna’s book in this regard. The porticoes here mean you can get about in the rain without an umbrella! Continue reading