Finger on the dulse – the rise of Northern Irish seaweed

Stepping nimbly from rock to rock, Sandy stooped and picked a handful of thickly-ribboned seaweed from the cool waters of the Irish Sea. “Potatoes, children, seaweed” he smiled “That was a saying used by Irish women to determine their priorities for the day.” “This stuff” holding aloft his bounty “Played a huge part in everyday life”.