Wild things
The ground was spongy and green, the accents Irish, the light atmospheric and ‘soft’ (in other words, it was raining); the scene was set for a storytelling session about epic battles and strange worlds, good versus evil. Especially as we were standing on a hilltop near one of the millennia-old passage tombs of Carrowkeel, the lake in the valley below glinting as fingers of sun made it through the clouds.
Our guide Sam told us of epic battles between evil giants and brave
