Author: Sarah Harte

Last weekend made me consider how far we’ve come as Irish women since writer Edna O’Brien was born in 1930.Before the big race, I went for a swim. Floating around looking at the blurry horizon where the sky and sea meet, I lost track of time. The water was uncharacteristically warm, and I stayed in for too long.On the beach, I checked my phone and realised with a jolt that it was only 25 minutes to the race. Cue a speedy dash home in wet togs, driving up the narrow winding roads that net West Cork with a roar of…