Chance meetings, we've all had them. Some call it fate. When the train stops at the station, that's opportunity, but you have to get on...

From the bowels of NYC to the calm of the Limetree Roadside PubCafe Created by Caroline Forder We walk this world, we search this earth...

I saw fresh snow draped all over the black dirt plain Reminded me so much of love, of love in vain I heard a crow cawing as the snow was...

Pause button punched for the entire human race Time to take a look at yourself, face to face

There I was in the heart of Gaelic country, the village of Ballyferriter on the Dingle peninsular.