In Search of Fairies on a Summer Eve…

It could be the way the light hangs in the sky this evening… Or the stillness of the air as a mist starts its’ way up the valley… Or may even be the predominance of moths fluttering in the still air down in the Fairy Wood, in the gardens below the cottage… I’m walking the gardens in search of the Fairies. Although most people here in the West of Ireland will tell you they’ve left the fairy faith in the past, there is a lingering moment, between asking whether or not they believe in the Fairies, and the reply in…