I usually held my father’s hand and would walk on the outside of the path as the hedges and bushes we passed seemed to develop a sinister aspect in the night shadows. Our footsteps resonated in the silence of the night. No memory of the cold temperatures of those nights remains with me. Only the joy of the special experience.
. To this day, we have a saying in Irish ‘Bhí togha gacha bí agus rogha gacha dí le fail ann’, The finest of every food and the choice(st) of every drink was to be had there. This is believed to originally date from bards of one to two thousand years ago. As a chieftain or king, one’s reputation had to be maintained, or enhanced and these ‘songs of praise’, so to speak, were pivotal in this regard.
. At a charity event, in the Wicklow mountains, Martin Byrne was faced with the task of feeding 1,500 people (no, that’s not a typo) with Colcannon. What did he do? Well, I’ll tell you.
Not another house in Ireland
ever had had so many
Saint Brigit crosses made by
St Patrick Visitor Centre a site of knowledge and community engagement One of the more interesting things about St Patrick is his capacity to be many things to many people. Perhaps it’s not surprising then that a centre dedicated to him – the St Patrick Visitor Centre in Downpatrick, Northern Ireland – has been able …
Skellig really is a magical place.
With seven billion human beings on one planet we need a new ethics guiding us in our way of relating to one another sexually.