When the telephone rang and woke me from my Sunday afternoon siesta the last thing I was expecting was an invitation to join in a soccer game. The lads were a man short; would I care to make up the numbers?
I looked out through the window to see fleecy clouds drifting slowly across a bright sky, travelling east on a westerly breeze. I thought of Carra, of Otter Point and the easy drift over deep water to the Twin Islands, where trout would be feeding high in the water…
Mayo News, 10/06/14. Read the full article ‘Lough, stock and fish in a barrel‘.