Skellig Michael is a reminder of the beauty and power of God
The front page photograph on Monday's Irish Independent showing the "exact replica" of the beehive huts on Skellig Michael next to the lovely Daisy Ridley, begs, for me at any rate, the question of what it was that attracted those men out to that jagged rock in the wild Atlantic in the first place? They arrived there not as tourists but to make their homes in those original beehive huts and to live their lives there, perched precariously on the edge of Skellig Michael, like some exotic community of house martins, until they died.
Why did they do it?
When I was a child, I once watched an orchestral performance on RTÉ after the TV sound transmission had failed.