Perhaps it has been a few years since the sound of flint stone being broken  has echoed through the valley below newgrange, as the sound of glassy shards combusting beneath the blows of an antler from a red deer. This, along with attempts to egnite the tinder fungus with a fire bow, kept us all busy through out heritage week. Finger prints and woven mats were popular, while the graffetti sail quickly became a work of art. But the true jewel was the children's faces as they sat to listen to stories told by Liz Weir on Sunday. Thanking all who visited us during the week, the interest shown will keep me sewing for months to come.

As the doors closed and people left I took a walk to see what perhaps I missed and met a shrew almost below my foot, I watched him shuffle in search of food through every leaf his busy nose wishfully encountered. Swallows splashing on the timless river, one at a time, they sang alound so keen to leave, so keen for living, and I will sew until their return, and dream of dolpins and distant shores.    

Any one wishing to submit some photos of the week can do so @ boynecurrach@gmail.com and I will do my best to include them!! In the mean time, sit back and enjoy this footage!!