hours on the road just to feel something
Sometimes the silence out here gets too much. Farm work is just me and the fields most days, no conversation cept maybe the local at the pub on saturday if im lucky. Thats why i drive. City is 2 hours
Kilkenny. Beer, hurling, good company.
Sometimes the silence out here gets too much. Farm work is just me and the fields most days, no conversation cept maybe the local at the pub on saturday if im lucky. Thats why i drive. City is 2 hours
Its a long drive from my farm into Limerick. Norah knows this. She doesnt judge me when I arrive sweaty from the road worn out from watching empty fields roll past me for hours.Rural life gets lonely.
sometimes the farm feels like a prison. rows of fields stretching out empty just like my bed just like my nights. i know every inch of this land but god knows i know nothing of human touch.dublin is t