Watch a fire and follow the tiny curls of flame and colour as they twist…

And all at once the shadows danced and filled the hungry space with their wondrous…

Click. Spark. Glow. Blow. Blow. Glow. Dark. Click. Spark. Glow. Blow. Again. Gentle. Glow. Dark.…

But Inteachán won’t let the darkness win. Not ever. Why should she? How could she?…

Picture the version of this story that is the film and here the editor cuts…

We have all panicked. All of us. Trying to stay calm. Collected. Unaffected. Trying not…

Had Mac been down beneath the hill with Inteachán he would have been thrilled to…

It took a fair while for Inteachán to gather enough of the dry weed to…

As she walked on Inteachán found the smell was getting worse and worse. She also…

Steering left felt right and so Inteachán began to walk carefully across the wet stone…