‘Soft.’ That’s what they call it here. In Scotland we would say it was pelting cats and dogs, in London they would be building an ark. It was a grand soft evening so I ventured out with the rods in the bucketing rain and drove up to Keenagh in county Longford. Here, a basin onContinueContinue reading “Ruddy wet evening”
Fishy tales from the West of Ireland
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