I met Oscar by the pier and within minutes we were in his boat cruising between the islands around Burtonport. The weather forecast threatened heavy showers but beautiful
The tide was low so we moored offshore before transferring from the boat to a small dinghy. As we rounded the long pier wall, a picture-perfect scene was revealed on the island shore.
Reading old stories about life on Clare island, one would be forgiven for mistaking these tales for mythical folklore. It was once home to the great pirate queen, Grace O’ Malley, who
I rang and booked a bed in the hostel on Inishbofin for that evening. The voice on the other end of the line said ‘that’s great, see you later, bye’. And that was that
The ferry had rolled with the big swell across Galway bay. Pulling into the small harbour, I was met with an instant wave of peace and quiet. Unlike the other
I woke up during the night and listened for a while. A soft wailing emanated from the beach below the house. I leapt out of bed and grabbed my torch. Outside, I found
I just love moths. So when I heard that the 'moth man' was opening the moth traps, I just had to be there. The man in question, Eamon O' Donnell, was sitting