It’s a Tuesday morning and three hurlers are having a puck-about on the edge of the cricket pitch in the glare of the autumn sun. Two Swedish tourists stop and take pictures. “What is this sport?” one asks me. “Hurling,” …
It’s a Tuesday morning and three hurlers are having a puck-about on the edge of the cricket pitch in the glare of the autumn sun. Two Swedish tourists stop and take pictures. “What is this sport?” one asks me. “Hurling,” …