I heard the story o mo athair
Got no Gaelic ? Doesn’t matter!
This rural Ireland’s tragic tale …
Newry News and Irish Fun
I heard the story o mo athair
Got no Gaelic ? Doesn’t matter!
This rural Ireland’s tragic tale …
If you are very quick indeed, you might still purchase an advanced copy of Rose Brennan’s CD String of Pearls from the Festival Office, Rostrevor Square! I have my precious copy…
This was a skilful and hard-fought game. With just a minute to go the scores were tied: Heaven A 1-14 : Heaven B 2-11.
The fantastic Fiddler’s Green Festival opened yesterday to blistering sunshine and super music – much of it free.
Esler was in charge of the dressing room equipment. He handed me my jersey, shorts, socks and leather boots, with big studs, and told me I would be a B man for the rest of the season. I think he missed the irony of this term!
It was early Sunday morning in the year 2008 and I had just arrived at the Golden Gate. Saint Peter recognised me instantly, giving me a very hearty greeting and a warm handshake.
There is a popular public house in Belfast’s Cathedral Quarter named the John Hewitt. I am delighted with this name …
Back in Warrenpoint Daddy took us to Malocca’s for fish and chips, tea, bread and butter.
When I was first introduced (by Brother Barney Liston, of course) to the poem Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold, I was fascinated.