“We call this dead man’s hole” Kerr shouts over my shoulder against the repeating thump of the quad bike engine. “Something’s happened here in the past, we’ve nae idea what, but the coos can sense it and often dig at the ground”.
Read moreThe southerly gale gained in bravado as it blew through the open lands in lee of the Sheeffry hills to the south east. It surged across Carrownisky Strand to hit the exposed Atlantic Ocean head on with all its unruly might.
Read moreUnrelenting northerly winds send temperatures plummeting, from highland to lowland, across mountains and meadows. And the grove of deciduous trees which offer tentative shelter for the farmstead stand stout, naked and skeletal. Their bones laid bare for all to see.
Read moreAndy Roberts enjoys a connection with the land primarily through country sports. Not formal organised affairs, but solitary outings (perhaps with a friend, definitely with a dog) which offer wilder experiences and a more intimate relationship with nature and the landscape.
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