Fr Michael Collins sees pilgrimages to Ireland of the descendants of potato famine emigrants.
The view from Galway out to sea is always mesmerising. On a fine day, the Aran Islands come into view, shimmering in shades of green and azure. On a wet windy day, when the sea whips in flecks from the Atlantic, there is still a majesty in the clouds which rear up high into the sky before discharging rain across the west of Ireland. For many Irish people in the past, the coast of Galway was the last piece of land they saw as they sailed west, to begin a new life in America. In Galway they say that on a fine day you can see the Statue of Liberty.
