It therefore required several attempts, and some prompting from Tammy in the form of nods, grunts and pointing, to find my way to the odd little semicircle of houses adjoining its tidal swamp. A half-moon hung amid scudding clouds in a sky pockmarked with glistening stars ...
When I met her in a café in town, she was drinking espressos (she had five in the hour I was with her) and talking so fast that she gave me a headache. I am not self-conscious about my intellectual ability – I’m no Stephen Hawking, but I’m able to hold my own. This woman made me feel like a monos...
It was a disquieting experience. The kitchen, as always, was in semi-darkness. With Biddy’s permission, I had been through the house to see if I could do anything about the pervasive gloom that seemed to cocoon it. It was a beautiful summer’s day outside, but inside was dark and actually a little...
Chaplin’s jealously took the Blaney story as even more of a personal quest. Books on local history and even an ancient tome on the Ponse de Blaney clan formed a solid wall about his desk. He barely spoke to me, simply barking instructions as to where he wanted me to go and what he wanted me to wr...