Bank Holiday sunshine made the brackish water shimmer and sparkle, as we slid upriver from Carrick on Shannon, on board our beloved boat, a Senior 31. Like the ugly child only its parents could love, we cherished the Iruna, clunks and all. And there was plenty to find fault with, not least her persistently leaky
The Person: My dad, John Sheridan aged 15 The Place: Dublin Coast It was the summer of 1946; the beginning of July and it was hot. I can only remember hot summer days in my childhood, I don’t believe it ever rained when we were on the school holidays. Now, this was a very important
In the 1970s we stayed as a family with my grandparents in Dooks in the Kingdom of Kerry looking out over the majestic MacGillycuddy Reeks. At the time aged 13, fishing was my passion as it is today, and Dooks was a great place to pursue it. Friends from the UK used to visit us
I am delighted to hear that the man next door has started to write his memoirs. He is now in his late seventies and has led a thrilling life spread over several countries. He acquired his home beside the river Boyne near Trim in the 80’s, but it was only in the late 90’s that
I am a canal-sider from birth but my travels took me far away from and back to canals since I was a child of seven. Now retired, my permanent home finds me five minutes from my long-time friend. I walk a spur of the Grand Canal regularly and my favourite stretch is between the library