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

I was humming the Beatles tune I Wanna Hold Your Hand in Warsaw last Sunday morning and thinking about the woman I had met the night before, who had b(...)

I’ve been in Warsaw for a week now and I’m having a great time. I walk everywhere. I get up in the morning and have an orange, and a cup of Lipton’s l(...)

I was in the Park Hotel Kenmare one night in late August. It’s a magnificent 19th-century world of elegance and creaking floorboards, fillet beef and (...)

Black Ice
Black Ice

Alice (newcomer Jane McGrath) comes from a nice, bourgeois Border home, complete with soft furnishings and pop art representations of David Bowie. She(...)

I was in an English castle one day during August, and a big wobbly jelly of a woman in the museum was examining instruments of torture. She had two yo(...)

As a theatre director Judy Hegarty Lovett has brought Beckett’s voice to stages all over the world. She once gave me a pot plant, which over the years(...)

Michael Harding on the beach at Carrickfinn, where he had chased girls around the sand dunes as a boy

I was looking for something but I didn’t know what. I was driving between Gweedore and Dungloe, and the sky was so blue I stopped at a filling station(...)

There was a rose that grew in Clare, and when my father moved to Cavan he took a cutting with him. In Cavan the rose grew strong against the back wall(...)

I met a god in the steam room of my local leisure centre. He was young and tall and a white towel was all he had casually wrapped around his waist. He(...)

An archive photograph of a  miner in  Arigna, Co Roscommon.

On April 11th, 1838, Patrick William Cullen, a farmer from the Arigna valley in Co Roscommon, set foot on Sydney soil in leg irons, having been senten(...)

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