|"Wow! That's strange!" a voice from behind whispered.|
The house before them sat right across the railway line.
In fact, it looked as though it had decided to move, but in the middle of crossing the rails it had simply stopped.
"I have a feeling that this disused railway line is in some way part of our final challenge" the same voice said, no longer in a whisper but loud and clear.
Achill Island lay
them. It is early
of very different on a journey th
Some of them
by Thomas Berger, Text by Alexandra
Haas, Thomas Berger, Pat
Original Pictures by Sean Cannon, Western Light Art gallery, Keel, Achill Island ©