Hearing the name Wicklow always conjures up visions of the mountains for me. Rising like some mythical protector of the land, the Wicklow mountains guard the southern approaches to the capital, proud and ancient. These hills and glens are thronged with people every weekend as they escape the city for rest and relaxation – walking,ContinueContinue reading “32 – Episode 30, Wicklow”
Fishy tales from the West of Ireland
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