In large capitals on the lighthouse But caught too late for us to change course. We sail towards catastrophe. Our epitaph-in-waiting: lost at sea. Sure of this in all the world: The sea alone will keep its word.
. . . → Read More: No Passage to Landward
A hardy reader of the magazine scuba diving off Slyne Head in the cold March seas has just tweeted the two images reproduced here, top and bottom. We are pleased to re-tweet and hope you will all follow suit. A free . . . → Read More: Night & Day
I keep his compass on my desk That it might steer me home. A gift his widow gave me with His hand-drawn charts of wrecks. Hotspots to fish; and a mackerel line On a bleached wooden frame With . . . → Read More: The Eighth Sea
We’ve been holed up proofing Issue 9 at our favourite hideaway quay in the wild west. The place is otherwise more or less unused other than by seabirds, hoodie crows, and the occasional lobster looking for a telephone. Unused, that is, except for . . . → Read More: Hope and Anchor
Who goes to sea knows heart’s care. Groves blossom burghs grow fair meadows beautiful. World quickens. All things urge spirit to embark fare far by flood-ways though melancholy call of summer’s lord the cuckoo bode . . . → Read More: ‘From the Wheelhouse . . .’
from breakers’ yard to breaker’s yard . . .?
Image: Andrew McNeillie, mv Naomh Éanna in the breakers’ yard
To all who knew the Aran Islands before the Celtic Tiger came and went, leaving such havoc in its wake, . . . → Read More: SOS: MV Naomh Éanna
My great interest and excitement as this year opens up is to travel to Gometra, an island in the Staffa archipelago, just off Ulva, to the west of Mull. Owned and farmed by Roc Sandford it is one of . . . → Read More: Agog to go to Gometra
Gulls below Eoghanacht, North Shore, Inishmore
I was in Ireland shortly after Seamus Heaney’s death, in Dublin, then on west to the Aran Islands. Both as seen from the Poolbeg Light on the South Wall at the mouth of the Liffey on . . . → Read More: Archipelago Issue 8 on the horizon …
Picture: ‘Gannet’s eye view’ by Andrew McNeillie
I should have asked my friend the gannet before I set out, for a gannet’s eye view of the chances. But it was not to be and I knew it in my heart. I . . . → Read More: Weather (not) permitting . . .