I first met Paddy Doherty a year and a half ago at the Bloomsday celebrations in Glasthule, a quaint little village in south Co Dublin. Peter Caviston, the owner of Cavistons – the famous fish shop, food-hall and restaurant — had asked me to give a talk on Joyce and introduced me to Doherty and his elegant wife Orla. “This man is from Carn, (Carndonagh) in Inishowen,” said Peter, “Isn’t your father from there?” Yes, said I. Of course, that information was enough to spark a long conversation about everything from turf to land, lint and flax and the comical…

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