Aged 15, stuck in an all girls’ secondary school, I couldn’t wait for the day of our GCSE Geography Field Trip. The craic. That’s all we were interested in. Getting into a river was a rare thing for Our Lady’s ladies, and a wild opportunity for the culchies to have a good laugh at us
Once, a long time ago my friend came to my house to play and we went to the River Mourne close to where I live. We came to a meadow that had a sandy place with cobbles near the river and we sat down to eat our lunch. Suddenly I saw a grey thing on
That winter the temperature fell to -20oC, and the river froze over. Nobody told me that it had frozen over. I had been more interested in hiking into icy glens and up into the snowdrifts on the hills. It was only after I had experienced the magic of both those places, that I went down