As the old taxi sputters away, Rosie totters across the road to the wooden bench under the beech tree. She sits gingerly on…

I clamber down the rough rock face and stop for a minute to thrill at the cold Irish sea licking the rock edge…

It was a dark and stormy night – no, really, it was. We were shivering inside a fragile, storm-tossed tent on a lonely,…