Stepping Through The Bottom

I'm back in London after a few weeks in Ireland. I've written before about how the sound of low-flying army helicopters gives me a soothing feeling of home. As I stepped off the plane in Belfast the other week I was greeted with the smell of slurry and that warm sense of home overtook me

Milk or Coal?

There were two kinds of Heaneys when I was growing up in Derry. The milk Heaneys and the coal Heaneys. I'm one of the milk Heaneys. My grandfather had a dairy. My father, along with his 14 brothers and sisters, worked in the family business when he was growing up...