The relocation from our tiny flat in Salthill out into the wild West of Connemara from Galway city has been inspiring; a rural revelation up the lanes of Na Forbacha. Now, finally, with connectivity issues resolved and abundant space for the body, mind and muse, steerage is regained.
A hall that echoes. Jungle backyard – bracken and bramble, dock and nettle. Moody views south across the far skirts of Galway Bay to the vast monolithic undulations of the Burren. The Aran Islands claw at the horizon but are little to stop your view being sucked beyond into the void leave you all watery in the belly.