Cormac MacConnell: He’s a savage for bacon and cabbage

We steamed out across the Devil’s Acre one August Bank Holiday weekend, about 25 years ago, to Tory Island, away far off the Donegal coast. And the sun never stopped shining that day.

There were two of us, reporters worn down to the bone from covering the Troubles in Belfast and Derry, for weeks on end without rest.

When we got relieved at last, we headed for rest and recuperation on Tory.