'I found [in the West of Ireland] something that I am still trying to understand, and am anxious to pass on. Heard something, I should say, rather than found. The language and the place, the landscape, spoke with one tongue, and spoke of something that is in danger of being forgotten by the busier languages and places of the world.' 

        Tim Robinson, Listening to the Landscape, Setting Foot on the Shores of Connemara and Other Writings