Taba’s Stories
About her travels, golf, art, life in Ireland and cows
They’re All Shirleys
They're All Shirleys Upon returning to our house by the water’s edge in quaint Liscannor, I was happy to see the herd of contented cows romping around. Well, the new calves romp. The massive...
Moy or No Moy
Moy or No Moy The other night while having our customary romantic dinner by candlelight—we now have a proper candle-holder with one 3” wide x 4” tall candle-that-melts-inward, which replaces a...
Drum Roll Please
The following article was written by Taba Dale, and was published in The Clare Champion, a regional newspaper published in Ireland. Ann takes her place on the Liscannor Strip The Strip...
Goodbye, Again, Liscannor
Goodbye again, Liscannor, even though I can barely see the magnificent Moy House across the lovely bay while we are shrouded in mist. The cows have been gone for a long time now. I will miss my...
“And Then Lucy Said To Elsie…”
The cows were absent for the longest time from our neighboring field but now they are back. Kevin and I are also back—from ten days doing our “Samuel Ryder Tour to England.” “Hey look,” Lucy mooed...
Population: 67
Population: 67 I heard Kevin say, “Liscannor (Lios Ceannuir) is a little fishing village of only 200 people.” But I now know the population is only 67—not counting horses and cows! When I stumbled...