Farmers deserve return of Glenroe

I put my feet up over Christmas, and gave my toes a right good toasting by the fire. ’Twas the least I deserved, worn out from a year of farming. Anyway, while resting, I viewed plenty of programmes on the box, yarns where fellows were running, jumping and kissing all before them. Boring old sagas for the most part.

But, suddenly, one night came this programme that had me glued from the start.

‘Well, Holy God, it’s Glenroe’ was all about Ireland’s greatest ever rural soap.