As a child I really looked forward to going for walks on the old country roads and lanes near Kilmacanoge, Co Wicklow, when I visited my Auntie Eileen. The stories she used to tell about people long ago and about the old stagecoach that had travelled on the ‘very lane we were on’ filled my head. Sometimes the greatest gift you can give a child is to open their imagination.
I often remember Auntie Eileen when I am out walking on the hills of Leitrim and you can see the past in the land around me. In Leitrim and in Sligo you can come sometimes to a turn in the road or the crest of a hill and it is not hard to imagine the landscape as it appeared to someone who lived 200, 500 or 1,000 years ago.
The impact of modern man disappears into the mist.