Stories from the fire

My grandfather told stories by the coal fire with a single dram beside him, and ended every one the same way: "Sin é mo scéal." That's my story. These are mine: Cork, family, the road north, and the Irish and Scottish lore that joins them, always with the sources, because a story told honestly is worth more than one told well.

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• Eighteen days in a row, and a drop of olive oil (Monday 19 October)
• Inverness, and the next chapter (Monday 26 October)

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