There are a lot of them around here. Nameless bodies of water which pepper the pancake flat boglands of east Mayo and across the border into Roscommon. They probably do have ancient Irish names but these are long forgotten or only spoken of softly by the old people of the immediate locale. Nobody in theirContinueContinue reading “Sunday, parts 1 and 2”
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