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HOMESean strode along the familiar path lost in troubled thought about his London building site job.He stopped at the little pool – its crystal clear water, revealing  the dark streak the colour of of stacked  peat.

One look at the pool jolted him back to his Kerry wild and beautiful, full of the echoes of people he used to know. Those untamed gorse moors, those fat  dairy cows took him straight  back  the Kerry in his bloodstream, and it hurt.

‘Why did I leave ?’ he asked himself, at once knowing the answer.