NÍ NEART GO CUR LE CHÉILE – there is no strength without Unity

I read two pieces on Gaelic football this week – one by Darragh Ó Sé in the Irish Times; the other by Cahair O’Kane in the Irish News. The basis of the Kerry man’s column was that Dublin were successful, and deserved to be, not because of a superior sense of entitlement as the biggest

Time to go.

I love it up here. Ye can see all the way down to the lake – depending on what the Forestry have done during the year – and over to the far side – to Sliabh an Iarainn and the mountains. And at this time of night in Summer, between sunset and the dark, everything

My Grandfather’s Christmas Eve.

Drumnafaughnan 1886 He slipped out of the house and walked up the lane. From the top of the haggard, he would be able to look down towards the lake, and if he was lucky make out a few windows with a lighted candle – far fewer than when he was a child. Mammy was cooking

Fairy Tale of New York

Emigration has many causes and many effects. Its hand is on the shoulder of those who leave and those who stay, and its breath is felt on the faces of many who are far distant in time and place. Boarding a plane in Edinburgh last Thursday to go to New York to see Leitrim play

Loving Lovely Leitrim

On Saturday, my son and I will take an early flight to Belfast, jump in a hire car, drive down to Newry, Co Down, watch 70 minutes of Gaelic Football, return to Belfast, and fly home. A long journey for a short match you might say – especially as there are very strong odds that