Cormac MacConnell: Spiddal has never once let me down

Back in the days when I was working for The Irish Press in the West, and raising a hungry young family, I always headed out to the Gaeltacht village of Spiddal, on days when Galway City was dead as a dodo as far as good yarns were concerned.

And Spiddal never once let me down.

Not only were there always stories to be found there, winter or summer, but they were always unique stories, garnished with rascality and craic.