Ireland

Years and years and years ago, my Christmas revolved around the annual visit with my my aunt and grandaunt to the moving crib on Parnell

Bring up the topic of faith healers in any Irish pub and you’ll immediately see a divide that hasn’t been seen since the parting of

I’ve just spent the most glorious couple of days in Co Clare with a tall, red-headed Scotsman who goes by the name of Hamish Macbeth.

There is nowhere quite like the West of Ireland. My first morning walk of the year along Doughmore Beach in Doonbeg Co. Clare left me

For as long as I can remember my dad has been going to the bog and cutting turf. Once a year, we get a delivery

For years now, the end of June/beginning of July has been jam season in our house. On any given evening, if you look out the back window, up

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