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The thought that maybe I am gradually losing the story of my life, as I saw it, has pushed me on'
It was the last Friday in May 2006. From Trocaire's office window in Maynooth I could see the shrubs and flowers in St Joseph's Square bathed in sunshine. Maurice was home from Nairobi and keen for a round of golf. It was promising to be a good…
'Any time I drove along the Antrim Coast Road, by the Sea of Moyle, I thought of the Children of Lir '
There were other fairy places like Loughareema, the vanishing lake near Fair Head, not to mention the fairy forts and fairy thorns that were all around. (One never brought hawthorn into the house, even though it was usually out in all its glorious…