These photographs show the boundaries between my patch and the rest of the world. To the north east a hill of heather and gorse, to the south a small lake surrounded by forest and to the west the farmlands of County Waterford and the Commeragh Mountains. In between lies the place where I feel safest in the world, a little corner of land and sky that is my home.
Nothing happens here really, just the ordinariness of everyday rural life. The sun rises and sets without fail each day. In the early morning the birds are busy and the blackbirds swoop elegantly across the fields. Each evening the rabbits come out for a dander and as the sun sets fires are lit and the curtains are drawn for the night.
In my mind's eye and beyond these boundaries lies the rest of Ireland. Then beyond the shores of this small island lies the rest of the world. It is not a strange or unknown world. We Irish have travelled and settled everywhere and my own family are carrying on that tradition.
While living on an island creates a strong attachment to the land anchor of home, the longing to breach the boundaries pulls in the opposite direction. Home and abroad. Here and there. Intimate yet expansive.
I have the best of both worlds with one foot in the wild meadows that I love and the other in the on line global community. This week and for one week only I will be curating the @Ireland account on twitter. This is a venture of WorldIrish a community web-site for people who love Ireland or who have Irish heritage in Ireland and other parts of the world. Each week a different person will tweet for @Ireland. Don't worry I am still me and I am also still @foxglovelane
My week begins today and I suddenly feel very small.