Country Living with Francis Farragher It is kind of strange how major events of this world act as memory markers for us. From an Irish context,...
Country Living with Francis Farragher It’s a forlorn wish by now after a half-century of fruitless effort to try and stop losing all those simple things...
Country Living with Francis Farragher As a child, I remember once being told by my mother, that a certain gentleman farmer just over the road from...
Country Living with Francis Farragher Probably being from country stock has meant there has always been a little allurement towards the weather and maybe for good...
Country Living with Francis Farragher On one of the dying mornings of January as I listened to Marty Whelan on Lyric FM while stuck in the...
Country Living with Francis Farragher Political correctness was never a term I was familiar with as a kid, and maybe just as well, thinking back on...
Country Living with Francis Farragher Memory is a strange old business and sometimes quite an uncomfortable investigative process with the passing of years. We all tend...
Country Living with Francis Farragher Expectations, are I suppose, determined to a large extent by the times we live in. Growing up in the 1960s and...