Protected machair land is being damaged because there are not enough sites for motorhomes.

And he looked down now from the summit and raised both arms and blessed the waves, the frisking seals, the machair with its flowers and sheep, monastery, altar, relics, privy, pier, all who had come and all yet to come-kings of the Irish, rulers of barbarous lands, saints from other churches, all bowing to what God made in this place, small though it be.

Byline: John Dempsey EYES of yellow arctic fire gazed at me with contempt across the flattened grasses of the machair.