I’m originally from Rosmuc, out in Connemara. It’s along the coast, about 10 miles from Maam Cross. I have very happy memories growing up there. You were running free compared to today – now kids can’t even go outside the door. The neighbours, you’d be just calling into them. I used to go down with them, helping with the seaweed out on their boats, bringing it in and spreading it on the fields. I’d go to the bog with them too. There was a great sense of community and it’s still there. They’ve held on to it and they’ve held on to the language.