The summer months have a habit of wiping my memory of the biting gales, which are out in full force these dark winter evenings. Maybe it's karma for my not having hayfever when pollen is drifting about on the wind; my eyes stream because my hair whips into them at Mach 1 speed. Yet I… Continue reading North Bull Island – From Sandbar to Sanctuary
Lá Fhéile Bríde shona daoibh; Happy Imbolc! The razor sharp wind and dreary grey skies may not seem very festive, but the worse the weather is on Brigid's day, the shorter the period of time before spring is finally here (or so we hope). In honour of our principal lady saint, we'll be talking about… Continue reading Oystercatcher – Brigid’s Bird