I half-expected it to have faded, like a mirage, but here it was, the breathtaking views of the rugged coastline, the mist rolling in off the sea, the sheep maure lodging itself into the cracks in the soles of my shoes. Heaven? No, I don't believe in Heaven. It was home. -- Celtic Knot
When I wrote those lines about returning to the west coast of Ireland, I was speaking as the main character, but might as well have been speaking about myself. The image seen here is a photo I took from the top of Connor Pass, looking over An Danegean with the Ring of Kerry in the distance, and every time I go back to the Dingle Peninsula, I feel as if I can breathe again. Happy Saint Patrick's Day, and Slainte!