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…
It was no easy decision, but I dug out my boots, found my old football shirt and, if I say so myself, stood up to the game pretty well, even giving a good account of myself among a rabble less than half my age. Well, that’s how I saw it anyway.
Mayo News 10/06/2014 Read the article ‘NATURE Lough, stock and fish in a barrel‘
