Philip Judge

Many images evoke Christmas: a delighted child hugging a bulging stocking; a carol singer clutching sheet music in the snow; a middle-aged man with a (...)

Our household Christmas wish list is looking disconcertingly pious. Contrary to the season’s traditional spirit of gluttonous overconsumption, most of(...)

For years I’ve watched my personal space slowly shrink in inverse proportion to my sons’ growth and I’ve finally been supplanted from my last little n(...)

I love living in the country but sometimes I miss urban life. Despite being far from self-sufficient here on our Wicklow acre, it keeps us busy throug(...)

Like everyone else we spend more time in bed than we do in the car. Since moving to Wicklow three cars have come and gone but we have been still sleep(...)

I was planning to do some strimming when my wife said we should plant Comfrey. Eager for distraction I looked it up. A bit like a mauve bluebell, it’s(...)

I was planning to do some strimming when my wife said we should plant comfrey. Eager for distraction I looked it up. A bit like a mauve bluebell it’s (...)

A week or two ago I walked through San Francisco in a high wind and heavy rain. It was not what I’d expected. Having packed T-shirts, linen and shorts(...)

I need to construct a new henhouse and this time I ought to properly consider its design. I built our first for my wife’s birthday – not overwhelmingl(...)

I just spent a month in a Chicago apartment and I might be a changed man. My balcony opened onto a forest of skyscrapers: each one a concrete, glass o(...)