I grew up in the Gaeltacht boglands of northwest Donegal. As a child I’d stand outside my front door and shout downhill to my friend Danny who lived a few bogs away. I’d shout out his name and wait for the echo, syllable by syllable, to arrive at his door. He’d come out shortly after and send back a reply. That echoing was one of my first experiences of language as play. Read more…
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