Seanchai & Bean Feasa
“The aged Beira was fearsome to look upon. She had only one eye, but the sight of it was keen and sharp as ice and as swift as the mackerel of the ocean. Her complexion was a dull, dark blue, and this is how she sang about it:
Why is my face so dark, so dark?
So dark, oho! so dark, ohee!
Out in all weathers I wander alone
In the mire, in the cold, ah me!
Her teeth were red as rust, and her locks, which lay heavily on her shoulders, were white as an aspen covered with hoar-frost. On her head she wore a spotted mutch. All her clothing was grey, and she was never seen without her great dun-coloured shawl, which was drawn closely round her shoulders.” Mackenzie, D.M (1917) Wonder Tales of from Scottish Myth and Legend.
Rowan is a natural storyteller. Every word is spoken with such heart that it evokes pure emotion and captivates you from start to finish. (Michael Burdick)