The geography of the Aran Islands
is very simple, yet it may need a word to itself.
There are three islands: Aranmor, the north island,
about nine miles long; Inishmaan, the middle island,
about three miles and a half across, and nearly round
in form; and the south island, Inishere—in
Irish, east island,—like the middle island
but slightly smaller. They lie about thirty miles
from Galway, up the centre of the bay, but they are
not far from the cliffs of County Clare, on the south,
or the corner of Connemara on the north.
Kilronan, the principal village on
Aranmor, has been so much changed by the fishing industry,
developed there by the Congested Districts Board,
that it has now very little to distinguish it from
any fishing village on the west coast of Ireland.
The other islands are more primitive, but even on
them many changes are being made, that it was not
worth while to deal with in the text.
In the pages that follow I have given
a direct account of my life on the islands, and of
what I met with among them, inventing nothing, and
changing nothing that is essential. As far as
possible, however, I have disguised the identity of
the people I speak of, by making changes in their
names, and in the letters I quote, and by altering
some local and family relationships. I have had
nothing to say about them that was not wholly in their
favour, but I have made this disguise to keep them
from ever feeling that a too direct use had been made
of their kindness, and friendship, for which I am more
grateful than it is easy to say.