The waves propelled up and over Margaret’s cottage, then fell down again on the stucco walls, the walls Margaret whitewashed every spring before the Irish summer school began and the ferry brought hundreds of visitors to the island. That winter’s storm took out the pier, flooded the Inishbofin museum, and pitted the road with large potholes.
You left us hanging here! I want to know how it went w the inspector at school!! Is part two coming up soon? Thank you!
I love this fabulous piece, Mary! Write on!! Happy Ash Wednesday/Valentine's Day! <3
And a blessed Fat Tuesday to ye, Mary!
Wishing a Happy Mardi Gras to a real live Mardi Gras. This story had me smiling all the way through. A good way to start the day. Better than a beer!
Fun column! I’ll bet you were an equal match for all those Irish storytellers you ran into over the years.
Ah, what a lovely story.