Nuala Woulfe: How I fell in love with the cúpla focal
Over the last two years a strange thing has happened to me – I have started to fall ‘in like’ with the Irish language and there’s nobody more surprised than myself.
Like many of my generation, I cursed Peig Sayers under my breath, learnt poems by heart that meant nothing to me, dissected the archaic goings-on of Diarmuid and Gráinne and when I got my hard-won honour in Irish, ditched the language for good.
