Early one morning on my way to Rabaul with my family we did not see even one woman. However, we overtook many men on foot and on bicycles, all moving in the same direction with their bodies naked from the waist up. Each wore a bright red lap-lap or long piece of cloth knotted at the hip to form a skirt. Continue reading
Neolithic passage tombs and remnants of Celtic languages to be found in Jersey. Continue reading
Thousands of commuters drive over the N4 that winds through the landscape of Contae Liatroma agus Sligeach* every day but I wonder how many take a moment to glimpse the foggy shores of Lough Arbhach and ponder the significance of the landscape. Continue reading
On the hill, the church.
Simple, practical, not ornate. Continue reading
And the state was insistent on keeping us safe from falling trees, powerlines, roofs hurtling through the air Continue reading
Skellig really is a magical place. Continue reading
The world of the Travellers Continue reading
A Traveller’s Tale by Historian, Dianne Hall April 2016 was a great time to be visiting Dublin, not only was the weather good, but the energy and enthusiasm in commemorating the events of the 1916 Rising was infectious. While I was not in town for the official events at Easter, I was standing outside the … Continue reading
A RECOLLECTION by Danny Cusack Reproduced with permission from The Journal, the Australian Irish Heritage Association (WA) quarterly. In the summer of 1985, soon after my first move to Ireland, I attended the International Association for the Study of Anglo-Irish Literature (IASAIL) conference in Belfast. On the closing day a small man in his mid-60s came over … Continue reading
Dublin was one big fete. Continue reading
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