The stillness of the morning carried an unusual musical chorus in the air; chainsaws. Here, there and everywhere people are clearing paths, unblocking roads and trimming the broken branches, the aftermath of storm Darragh. When I was little growing up by the Giants Causeway the gales would blow fierce in high drama; once blowing our treehouse into the f…
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