When I came across Imen McDonnell of Farmette, I was smitten. She is like the international version of the Pioneer Woman (another favorite). If you’ve ever dreamed of visiting Ireland, or of living on a farm — like I do — bookmark this witty blog right now. Imen chronicles her adventures of leaving one life behind to start another, after falling in love with an Irish man and the place he came from. Here, she shares one of the places that makes her Ireland special.
Boreen or Bohereen (Irish: bóithrín, meaning “a little road”, pronounced [bɔːˈriːn]) is an Anglicised, Hiberno-English term normally meaning a narrow, frequently unpaved, rural road in Ireland.
Half a world away, the term boreen is firmly rooted in the lexicon of bucolic life in the Irish countryside. I run the boreen each morning before the dew has settled on the prickly nettle leaves lining the hedge. This special dalliance at dawn sates my cravings for hot rooms brimming with sweaty city yogis or the comfort of a pristine urban gymnasium. I return to the farm after an oft wet and windswept boreen run, filled with a peaceful, composed clarity that seems second to none.
An image from her latest post An Irish Steeplechase
*images supplied by Imen McDonnel