Country Living with Francis Farragher Scarcely a day has passed since mid-May without a near miss when I enter the small tool shed close to the...
Country Living with Francis Farragher AUTUMN, I’d welcome, had I known love in summer days; I would not weep for flowers that die, if once they’d...
Country Living with Francis Farragher Somewhere in our Irish genes, I believe, there is a throwback to a time in our history when as a people...
Country Living with Francis Farragher On an evening last week, it was a sign of bad television and of even worse weather, when, with the main...
Country Living with Francis Farragher The pilgrim’s progress is never an easy path but year-in, year-out, all across this country and indeed the world, millions of...
Country Living with Francis Farragher The other night, as the hostelry conversation oscillated rather waywardly between climate change, the improving bog, scarce summer hay and who...
Country Living with Francis Farragher As an old piece of black humour about undertakers goes: “it’ll always end in tears,” but over the years I’ve developed...
Country Living with Francis Farragher You can always know that the prospects for the summer are a bit dodgy when an old codger in the corner...
