Matchmaker for the Mountains

                                     Sgór  an Lochain Uaine – May 11th 1975 It was around 3am. The tent was billowing in a breeze which had suddenly translated itself into a wind. Below me, under a clear moon, was the long, sleek,

An unconvertible rebel

It was October 1981 and we were coming towards the end of a week long trip up the west coast of Ireland – a kind of early version of the Wild Atlantic Way. From Kerry to Clare, Conemara, Mayo and Sligo, we had meandered, following side roads and interesting routes, always drawn towards the strands,