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THE TRAWLER

THE TRAWLER

We returned to the naomhóg and next a gib of a crane appeared and lowered several baskets of all kinds of fish into our boat and we had to tell them to stop. Continue reading

Long, Long Thoughts

Long, Long Thoughts

THE BIRTHING By Maurice Brick On our little farm in Gorta Dubha we had for the most times, seven cows. The cows were well respected. They each had a name and a particular stall in the cowshed. We had Bó Dave which we bought from Dave a’Gabha (blacksmith), Bó Danny we bought from Danny Sheehy … Continue reading