The first named storm of the year batters away outside. Leaves are shaken from bending trees, rainwater splatters against the windows and the sky is the colour of a nasty bruise. One year ago, when I was working, Friday afternoons saw me driving home after being away all week, often in miserable weather like todays.ContinueContinue reading “Storm Amy”
Fishy tales from the West of Ireland
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