It is not easy to find Clooncullaun Bog. You leave the pretty village of Creggs on the Galway side of the Galway-Roscommon border and venture a few kilometres over narrow, undulating roads. Then you stop at a field where a herd of Friesian cattle are contentedly eating the bountiful grass. You drive in and trundle up the field alongside the hedge and then through a gap in the ditch at the far side. You’ve arrived.
Read more here:: John Meagher: ‘An afternoon in the bog gets the memory banks fired up again… It was the silence I loved most’
