Felicity Hayes-McCoy

This book tells my story. I__ writing it in Ireland, in a house on a hillside. The house sits low in the landscape between a holy well and the site of an Iron Age dwelling. It was built of stones ploughed out of the fields by men who knew how to raise them with their hands and to lock one stone to the next so each was firm. It__ a lone house on the foothills of the last mountain on the Dingle peninsula, the westernmost point in mainland Europe. At night the sky curves above it like a dark bowl, studded with stars._From the moment I crossed the mountain, I fell in love with the place, which was more beautiful than any I__ ever seen. And with a way of looking at life that was deeper, richer, and wiser than any I__ known before.