A light film of libidinous sweat shimmering just below his nostrils

Because my conversation with a fellow student of Irish in Donegal was so limited, we were forced to live in the present

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Michael Harding at Lough Allen, Co Leitrim. Photograph: Brian Farrell

At a hotel in Clonmel, a middle-aged couple made a dramatic entrance, like a pair welded together in the hell of matrimony

Body and Soul at Ballinlough Castle, Co Westmeath. Photograph: Allen Kiely

I used to think young people went to festivals just to get drunk or do drugs. At Body and Soul I realised I was wrong

Dermot Healy: love was the root of his books

In his most famous work, A Goat’s Song, he excelled himself in revealing the Irish male as the dreamer, the broken thing that a ma(...)

Michael Harding at Lough Allen, Co Leitrim. Photograph: Brian Farrell

A picnic is just a matter of getting to some place where you can relax, and for me there is nowhere better than the cliffs of Done(...)

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