Confused lives

Oct 10th, 2016 | By | Category: Ireland

The sound of the telephone ringing breaks the silence of the evening. Someone has been spotted lingering in the cathedral porch, a place that had too often been used as a toilet facility until the practice of locking the gates of the grounds at night was introduced. The entrance gates are firmly padlocked, so someone has climbed the railings; to call the Garda barracks about something so minor seemed inappropriate.

Putting on coats and attaching a leash to the dog, we walked over to the gates. A bicycle was leant against …