Lately we took a wee trip in a wee plane
Back to Inis Oírr
We remember a time not so long ago, when we travelled here with Martin.
He forgot to undo his seat belt – almost dragged that little plane across the runway!
Inis Oírr – a blessed world apart
For stone animals like ourselves – tis like going home
Native islander and expert waller – Padraig Poil – took us across his hand crafted fields, where we see a nine foot high wind break
I explain to Patsy Mc Anaw, that Padraig built this wall when he was 17.
‘No no no’ – Padraig interrupts
‘I was 18’
On the most westerly shore – lies an area called the ‘Ria’ – where Padraig crafts a new field
Battling with the open Altantic – every stone must be lifted – before a carpet of sand and seaweed can be laid down, making it fit for grazing
for this ledge, to create a grassy slope instead
Bigger stones are moved to a further field – for walling
It is a stone bond between our two Gaeltacht communities