If I close my eyes I can still see them, the Twelve. Only days ago I sat on a little bench above a lough looking out over the Connemara Bog to the Beanna Beola.
These mountains have always overwhelmed me, their presence and beauty commanding respect and awe. I take deep breaths and try to drink it all in. I focus in on a willow warbler, newly arrived f…
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