Philip Judge

As a young man living in the city I was oblivious to the allure of the Magimix but years of country life have made me more susceptible to its charms. (...)

More than a decade ago I made my first “Welly Tree”. Consisting of broom handles stuck into a lump of wood, it was a convenient way of storing muddy b(...)

I never suspected I’d one day yearn for a preserving pan but now I wish I’d asked for one for Christmas. The bright snowdrops and brave daffodils fail(...)

Christmas has left an awful lot of freshly acquired stuff behind and our cottage seems to have shrunk. For years a slow motion tsunami of accumulating(...)

Christmas is almost here and I am just where I want to be: in an armchair, a glass of something sticky at my elbow, scoffing Christmas cake and contem(...)

I woke up this morning and gave my wife an affectionate squeeze. She responded with a tut and a frown: had I been snoring again, or mumbling inappropr(...)

HOME THEATRE (IRELAND) Draíocht, Blanchardstown ★ ★ ★ ★ This collaboration between theatre professionals and people in Dublin 15 offers  in(...)

A recent article in these pages unleashed a wave of envy and aspiration in our house which has yet to subside. It was about streamlined living in effi(...)

The first Christmas after we met, my wife gave me some tea towels and I nearly broke up with her. Perhaps I really needed some. Maybe I was drying pla(...)

From mid July to late August the bounty from the vegetable garden almost makes up for the toil, sweat and tears that went into its making. The corn i(...)