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 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 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...
Country Living with Francis Farragher As much as we all bitched about June being only a middling month, it ended up delivering quite impressive statistics in...
Country Living with Francis Farragher It’s probably a sign of a meandering mind in the run-up to a week’s holidays but over the past few days,...
Country Living with Francis Farragher Someone asked me recently, was it long since I did my Leaving Cert to which I instinctively replied: ‘A good 30...
