I don’t know about you people out there but if this Indian Summer lasts much longer, I’ll have to relocate.

It was one of those miserable post-Christmas weeks in Kerry a few years back when a local correspondent in The Kerryman summed up the news succinctly as: “No news this week”.

To my mind the definition of an Indian Summer is the few days we so desperately long for when we have had no summer otherwise.

Here’s a question: why is it that a significant percentage of Catholics who no longer attend Mass with any regularity are still happy to financially contribute to the running of a parish, the maintenance of a priest and the upkeep of a church? ...

By any sane assessment, an angry and unprepared Donald Trump lost heavily in the ABC News Presidential Debate on Tuesday night last, against a confident and joyful Kamala Harris.

Now the summer is over, the political world cranks back into full gear. And with a maximum of six months before an election, the talk is of the budget and what the government will do in it.

In the annals of Irish history, we've seen many weird bedfellows, but none as strange as the recent scene that unfolded on the streets of Belfast. We witnessed the most unlikely of alliances.

It was refreshing to see the lack of investment in infrastructure in the west of Ireland highlighted on RTÉ News last week. The more of a light that can be shone on this issue, the better.

First up was a trip to Castlebar to take in the Wolf Tones, before I travelled to Dublin to watch Coldplay and concluded my concert haul by attending a Christy Moore show in Sligo.

I remember a time when the wool from our Ox Mountain sheep was worth a few pound. It would be factored into the small income that came from a sheep flock.