Every Drop of Water

Many years after the long summers I spent with my grandparents, Elizabeth and John Agnew on their farm Dunrora, in Redhills, Co Cavan, I decided to write about my memories. The journey there from Cambridge; joining in the hay-making; playing with cousins from Donegal; the dogs, cats, horses, goats, cows and chickens. Then I found I was also making maps of the places and drawings. The more I got into the memories the task of fetching a pail of drinking water from the well in Kivvy Wood became my main focus. A simple task with a profound meaning.