Lee Ó’Cathaiseach

Image from pexels I’d be up and out the door by twenty-five to seven at the very latest. I would take the long road over, the ‘old road’. Fields turned from green to blonde to brown and back in one journey, or so it seemed after the first few years. I once said to John in the yard that I had blinked fourteen years ago and here I am. He laughed, but it was true. Time flies … [Read more...] about The Council