Sunrise at the Raven’s Beak

The recent heat wave, a short taste of summer, still only provided one clear enough sky for observation on the morning of July 24.  The sun rose from behind the hills of Inishowen Head at Srúb Brain (Shrove), just a few days away from making her appearance out of the sea. Placenames of Inishowen are hard …

Lore of Places Part 1

What a day to finish the translation of the first poem. Buncrana is buzzing, the Main Street packed up to the brim, I can hear its sounds from here, and two very unique shops have opened within the last couple of days on the otherwise very quietly but fast dying Main Street. Not a good …

The White Horsemen of Aileach

Patrick MacGill, The Rat-Pit, Chapter VIII, The Tragedy, III “Long, long ago, when the red-haired strangers came to Ireland, they put nearly everybody to the sword; the old and young, the fit and feeble, and mind you, Ireland was in worse than bad way. Ireland was a great place in those days with castles and …

The legend of Grían the Brightcheeked

Still searching for suspects and sense in vain, naively reasoning that there must be a trace of an all enlightening remark somewhere of such a dominant site. But so far, hills of the sun springing up everywhere, except in Inishowen. As for the legend below – What shame it does not belong to our hill. …