Having decided to explore Ireland by bicycle, Eric and Wanda Newby set
out one December - not the best time to ride a bike around the highways
and by-ways of the Emerald Isle, even when protected by thermal
underwear. From the Cliffs of Moher to St Brigid's Vat, Dublin, the Aran
Islands, the Ring of Kerry and Croagh Patrick, their rainsoaked journey
is beset by minor disaster ranging from ferocious storms to even more
ferocious dogs. Along the way they come across a moving, miracle-working
stature of the Virgin, spectacular ruins and the traces of
twentieth-century violence, in between stops for Guinness, tea and soda
bread. Woven into the narrative is a wealth of information about Irish
history and custom - hermits, horse-fairs, peat-cutting and poetry are
all touched on in this deft and dazzling blend of myth, fact and quirky
details. And, as usual with eric Newby, this beguiling account is
enlivened by a cast of eccentric and utterly engaging characters.