Here, on the side of Courtmacsherry bay, where there’s so much unimpeded space in front of one’s nose, the world is lit with an overwhelming brightness after storms or rain, amazing not simply because of the contrast with the non-view of the last time one looked, but because it can be brighter than summer.
Mon, 08 Jan, 2018
THE theme song for the 1960s TV sitcom Green Acres had as its opening line “Green Acres is the place to be. Farm livin’ is the life for me. Land spreadin’ out so far and wide, Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside.”
Sat, 12 Aug, 2017
Mon, 23 Nov, 2015
Last week, an old friend of mine (not in the sense of seriously elderly, although he’s no stripling), Mr Kevin Hanly, a man with a great eye for the workings of nature and natural things, was abroad alone on his boat in Courtmacsherry Bay in West Cork, (something a seriously old person would not do), fishing for bass, writes
Mon, 20 Jul, 2015
THE soldier stones that top the seashore wall for a kilometre or more from the east to the west end of this village are draped with the red stems and tiny purple flowers of ivy-leaved toadflax. If a lady could lift off this lacery of plant life and drape it on her shoulders, she would, it is sure, be wearing a shawl better than any designed by the top couturiers.
Mon, 18 May, 2015