A year into our marriage we moved to a very old, dilapidated house out in the countryside because my husband wanted the fields that went with it. Wet August and I was in despair. I could see no redeeming features anywhere. On the first good day I wrapped up my two months old baby and
I am a canal-sider from birth but my travels took me far away from and back to canals since I was a child of seven. Now retired, my permanent home finds me five minutes from my long-time friend. I walk a spur of the Grand Canal regularly and my favourite stretch is between the library
This small quiet village so peaceful and serene Ebbs a seafaring history on each tide that has been To recall rugged faces, their names bring a smile The stories they told made you linger a while Cannings Mc Cormicks Cavanaghs too Kelly’s and Farrens to name but a few A hard life was fishing in