The West's Awakeby Cormac MacConnell
- Remembering Jimjoejoe’s innocent life and rare talent
- The bonding nature of the spud and a lesson the modern Irish potato and its realities
- Living off the land, GAA sporting pride and economic woes bring sad times too
- Ireland’s weather, Black and Tans, The Gathering and a song for shy singers
- An open letter to President Obama - some handy local tips for his visit to Ireland
Be very careful, finally, if you are either a Murphy or a Moriarty...
One way or the other there will be some kind of silver lining.
Official summer arrived at the beginning of June and with it came torrents of rain. Our spring, on the other hand, was so sunny and bright and dry that it was better than most of the summers of the last five years.
The countryside was parched and so dry the farmers were looking at the sky and praying for rain. By heavens their prayers were answered!
A little while ago I took a writing break for a coffee and cigarette out in the cottage garden, and dammit if I did not clearly hear my first cuckoo of the season. I enjoyed that a lot.