It’s a chilly St Patrick’s weekend in Kilkenny, and the medieval city is throbbing to the sound of uileann pipes, concertinas, tin whistles, bodhráns, and enough jigs’n’reels to whirl you to the end of time and back again.
THE devil isn’t just in the detail at Ballyfin; it’s in the big picture too. A lavish, Regency-era mansion sitting pretty in a private demesne beneath the Slieve Bloom Mountains, this is not only one of the most extravagant five-star hotels in the country, but one of its most exquisitely restored country estates.
Should a ferry ever be engulfed in flames off the Irish coastline with a threat to the lives of dozens of passengers and crew, those who may be involved in the emergency response have a flavour of what to expect following a major training exercise yesterday.
Yesterday’s protest by trawlerman Seamus O’Flaherty in Kilmore Quay, where he gave away monkfish — around €28.50 per kg from retailers yesterday — caught outside of quota limits rather than dump it at sea again highlights utterly wasteful if not immoral obligations faced by fishermen in a world where around one billion people go hungry every day.