Last April, I watched in awe as 7 baby cygnets appeared on the main lake in UCD. Their proud parents, who’ve reared many broods here before, knew the drill. Like Royals emerging from a maternity hospital for the paparazzi, the pen and cob (mum and dad) launched their 7 tiny pompomesque babies onto the lake …
Along The Enchanted Way
I only ever fell out really badly with my Dad once. I came home from school declaring my love for Patrick Kavanagh. Mum, a lover of poetry, pulled out books with more of his work, delighted that I had found my way to Kavanagh. Dad got fed up listening to all this nonsense. ‘That fella!’ …
