It had been many, many, years since my sister and I had been upstairs on a double decker bus. Just holding on to the two side bars on the steps going up was enough to bring back memories of running up those steps as teenagers and of boys using them to swing down without touching the steps, to the annoyance of the bus conductor. Continue reading
Much commemorated in literature and music, the 1798 legend lives on in the town because the geography and townscape have changed little. Wall walks the same trails meandering alongside the Slaney. That is his Enniscorthy, a place of enduring pain, and ancient prayer represented here by his poem, ‘Night Heron’ Continue reading
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
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