"Any break in the clouds saw me down tools and declare the day a holiday as we set off to explore everything from megalithic tombs and early Christian sites to the Neolithic field patterns turning up 20 feet under the blanket bog at Loughadoon. My husband was sure I had gone slightly mad and was more than once heard to murmur in his own language (Turkish) the first lines of the classical poem Asik’a Bagdat sorulma z, 'Don’t ask a poet directions how to get to Baghdad, their imagination runs beyond the horizon.'" Nuala Ni Dhomhnaill • Irish Times

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