Election-buying politics of Ahern and McCreevy left nothing behind

I WISH I could send ye a postcard. 

Actually, I should send myself a postcard, to remind myself for ever of how beautiful a country we live in, and how little, even after all these years, I know it.

As a very bad, but still keen golfer, I discovered the magnificence of the links in Lahinch for the first time the other day. I’ve perhaps been on courses as good, but I’ve never played a better one. How did I get to this age without knowing how astonishingly good it is?