The Tale of Bally-mac-Buan…

Stuart France

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Bally ‘sweet-speech’ the renowned story teller

secretly arranged to tryst with Elaine, daughter of king Fergus.

The one from Ulster, the other from Leinster…

Both set out to meet at Ross-na-Ree on the south side of the river Boyne.

Bally and his troupe had reached Dundalk

before fatigue overtook them and they rested awhile.

Heading towards them from the south, along the shore, came a hideous spectre.

Vehement his step and rapid his progress.

He sped over the earth as a hawk falling on prey.

“From where do you hail, and to where are you heading in so swift a manner?” called Bally to the man, if man he was.

“Why, to the mouth of the river Bann, I am heading,” said the uncanny one, “back north from Leinster Mount.”

“What news from the south?” said Bally.

“No news that is good news,” said the traveller, “Elaine, daughter of…

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The uncertainty of fish; random questions on the nature of existence…

The Silent Eye

salmon 001“Fish simply do not exist.”

My son, well used to the odd phrases that make it past my internal censors, merely grunts; his expression that of a man very well aware that to ask for elucidation would start a debate that could last for hours. This is good, it leaves me with the silence in which I can explore my thoughts.

We are watching his fish on TV. Not as silly as it might seem; although undoubtedly it is beautiful to stand in the sunshine gazing down at the water, the camera which brings the live video feed into the house is submerged, taking you right into their world. You see them from another angle completely, watching as they move in what appears to be a multitude of dimensions to which our bodies have no access. You do get up close and personal with the fish that appear on the…

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