CHAPTER THREE A young girl came in with a tray laden with a variety of cakes and sandwiches and placed them on the table. ‘Thank you, Peggy, I will...

CHAPTER TWO It was mid-morning when we headed off in the direction of Clifden. From there we took the road to Letterfrack, skirted round Ballinakill...

It was the summer of 1954 when the letter addressed to Harris arrived one morning along with my copy of National Geographic. It was not uncommon for...

Through the small kitchen window, the one to the right of the cottage front door, that looks out towards the distant Twelve Pin Mountains and gives...

It was raining heavily and the young boy standing at the front door was enveloped in a cape that was at least two sizes too big for him, but it...

I had taken to walking to the village of Mannane on my own. It was not by choice but, rather, because of the difficult circumstances that prevailed...

It was bitterly cold that December afternoon, in 1953, with the threat of snow as I walked out of the cottage, my head bent low against the wind,...

I have endeavored to put down on paper the details of the extraordinary events as they occurred. The years have not been kind to my memory and...