Northern Ireland, bringing history to life
❖ It started with a few calves strayed through a gap, one Good Friday evening. By dark, two cousins lay dead in the one townland. Tubberhead is a small townland a couple of miles out from …
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Every now and again — usually a glass of red into the evening, when the sensible jobs have been abandoned for the night — I take out mum and dad's old photographs. They met in the late 1950s, at a …
It's been a few weeks since I last posted. Life sometimes interrupts things. As John Lennon put it, life is what happens while we are busy making other plans. I hope that you are all keeping well …
