My name is Niamh, and I live in a small vil­la­ge in the west of Ire­land. Our vil­la­ge is close to the At­lan­tic Ocean. We have many green fiel­ds and stone walls around our homes. The air smells fresh be­cau­se the wind comes from the sea.

Every Sun­day, the people in my vil­la­ge meet at the local pub, cal­led O’Mal­ley’s. It is a warm, fri­end­ly place with woo­den ta­bles and a big fire­place. On Sun­day eve­nings, a group of mu­si­ci­ans plays tra­di­ti­o­nal Irish music. They use a fi­dd­le, a bodhrán, and a tin whist­le. The sound is live­ly, and people like to tap their feet or dance.

Last month, we had a spe­cial ce­le­bra­ti­on for St. Pa­trick’s Day. Ever­y­o­ne wore green clo­thes and waved Irish flags. There was a pa­ra­de on the main street, with co­lor­ful flo­ats and dancers in cos­tu­mes. Child­ren sang songs in Irish (Ga­e­lic). After the pa­ra­de, we went to O’Mal­ley’s for more music and good com­pa­ny.

Du­ring the day, I love to walk along the cliffs near my vil­la­ge and watch the waves crash against the rocks. So­me­times, I hear se­agulls cal­ling in the sky. The view of the ocean makes me feel calm and happy.

I also enjoy play­ing Ga­e­lic foot­ball with my fri­ends. We prac­ti­ce on a small field out­si­de the vil­la­ge. Ga­e­lic foot­ball is a fast sport that uses both hands and feet. We score points by ki­cking the ball bet­ween the posts. Many people from the vil­la­ge come to watch our matches and cheer for us.

At home, my mo­ther so­me­times cooks Irish stew with lamb, po­ta­to­es, and car­rots. It is a simp­le dish, but it tas­tes very good after a long day.

I like li­ving here. The people are kind, and life feels peace­ful. Tou­rists visit in sum­mer, but we also have a quiet win­ter se­a­son. My litt­le vil­la­ge may be small, but it is full of music, laugh­ter, and Irish spi­rit.