Visiting the Celtic countries is always a sobering experience for an English woman interested in history. The long and bloody past of the Irish has always hung heavy on me. I came to understand quite clearly, with the instinct that a teenager has for bull-shit, the meaning of the word propaganda. I knew I was …
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Marsh’s Library
Marsh’s Library The smell of ancient books; fusty, dusty and acrid. So deliciously noxious. As though with every breath, particles of history sweep into your lungs and enter your bloodstream. Mr Joyce (James of course) met Mr Stoker (nephew to Mr Bram Stoker that is) in October 1902 in the reading room. Apparently there were …
In Dublin’s fair city …
Can a city still be fair when viewed through a veil of rain and hail? It is a moot point, and on one of my more uncharitable days, I might come down on the side of no. However, I am very far from feeling uncharitable about having left the warm climes to land on this …
My Country
There is something about the familiarity of the countryside around me as the train speeds towards Leeds from Manchester airport. Did I just blink away the last ten years? Did a part of me never leave this place? Time is not a factor that has any relevance here. The hills and valleys do not measure …
Memories are made of this
When I look back to my childhood, it is in indistinct shades of grey, punctuated by regular splashes of colour. The colour is foreign in every sense, it bubbles with life and laughter, and its colours are pine green, lapis lazuli and Umbrian red. It rises around me in mountainsides and lakes, gilded churches and …
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