I’m on holiday in West Cork, on an island which I borrow a few times a year as somewhere to love. I am a very small part Irish - one-sixteenth, to be precise: my maternal great-great grandmother, Mary O’Driscoll, came from Toormore, near Schull. When we come here we stay in a house my grandparents bought in the seventies, a place I first came to as a ba…
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