The ferry was absolutely full. There was a big funeral on Inis Oírr that day and the boat was heaving with friends and relatives from the mainland and neighbouring islands
The tide was low so we moored offshore before transferring from the boat to a small dinghy. As we rounded the long pier wall, a picture-perfect scene was revealed on the island shore.
Reading old stories about life on Clare island, one would be forgiven for mistaking these tales for mythical folklore. It was once home to the great pirate queen, Grace O’ Malley, who
The ferry had rolled with the big swell across Galway bay. Pulling into the small harbour, I was met with an instant wave of peace and quiet. Unlike the other
I woke up during the night and listened for a while. A soft wailing emanated from the beach below the house. I leapt out of bed and grabbed my torch. Outside, I found
I just love moths. So when I heard that the 'moth man' was opening the moth traps, I just had to be there. The man in question, Eamon O' Donnell, was sitting
"When I die, that's the way I want to go!" It is the third time I have heard someone say this since I arrived in Ballydehob village today. Each time, the
“How are you getting on, Owenie?” we asked. It’s a beautiful summer afternoon at the Fair of Muff and the elderly farmer in question, is fresh off the dance floor in the