WINDHARP The sounds of Ireland, that restless whispering you never get away from, seeping out of low bushes and grass, heatherbells and fern, wrinkling bog pools, scraping tree branches, light hunting cloud, sound hounding sight, a hand ceaselessly combing and stroking the landscape, till the valley gleams like the pile upon a mountain pony's coat.. -- John Montague, born Brooklyn, NY, 1929, brought up in Garvaghey, Co. Tyrone, since early 1970s Cork has been his home.