Not Kealfoun or woody Crough, Ashtown of the ash trees, Mahon of the coomb, not Graiguerush, Kilclooney,  Currabaha West or East can hold a ...

The waiting-room man told me about his fifteen-year-old sheepdog, recently attacked by a vicious roving canine. I felt guilty as I sat waiti...

Rushes in February a reliable sight. A flash of salutary mountain life. Fold the first, then the second, fold the third, a layer of blessing...

Even the evergreens look faded before the shortest day is seen. The fruit trees look like they've barely ever glimpsed a sunny beam; the...

Of the seven-side he's the one that I can set in my mind as a child: In short pants with pockets, and a grin for every dawn, a pride for...

Inside the line, and the Ballade Pour Adeline. Keeping time, left hand for the melody. Working week, night times booked for ever. Sun-roofed...

Walking on the stars  of dew reflecting sky, steps of spring offguard led by second sight. A weight of native senses shrunken to the key, sc...

It was dark in O'Leary's paved back yard.  I was sporting my togs,  and legwarmers. A length  of wool secured a notice attempting to...

I went there myself for the safety and health of the VIPs. But then I forgot all the training I'd got as we played the green. It's a...

My girls have often paddled in the River Mahon, they can hear it roaring after heavy rain. They have walked down to the bridge, got too clos...