Stand on the edge of the Cliffs of Moher or the rocky shores of the Wild Atlantic Way for about fifteen minutes, and you will likely experience meteorological whiplash. The sun mig

There's a particular rhythm to the life of a GAA club in a town like Kanturk. It’s not just the sound of a sliotar cracking off a hurley or a football thumping into a net; it’s the

Look at a map of Ireland, and County Donegal appears to be reaching out into the Atlantic, only tenuously connected to the rest of the Republic. Geographically isolated and sharing

There is a specific kind of magic that happens when the rain stops just as the sun begins to set over Stradbally Hall. The air, which had been carrying the damp scent of wet grass

There is a specific kind of silence that falls over Galway city on the morning of an All-Ireland final. It isn’t empty; it’s heavy with anticipation. The shop shutters on Shop Stre

The man at the center of the holiday wasn't Irish. Patrick was born in Roman Britain near the end of the fourth century. Around the age of 16, he was kidnapped by Irish raiders and