It wasn’t the lack of sleep which disturbed Noel; insomnia had been a faithful companion since childhood, the incessant scratching however was driving him mad. For the last three nights at around four in the morning, Noel already awake and gazing into the darkness would hear noises. Scratch, scratch, scratch, claw against metal as whatever was contained within the wall made contact with the air brick by his bedroom ceiling.Read More
I am a collector, a jeweller by trade, my shop sits in the shadows of Ireland’s holy mountain, on the shores of The Wild Atlantic Way. I make and sell semi-precious jewellery set in exquisite designs. Moonstone necklaces which dance in the light, flawless amber rings surrounded by glistening sliver, earrings created from the most delicate of aquamarine.