A Rap on the Knuckles

My first school was in Castlebellingham, just a thirteen minute drive from Barmeath. My mother always took the blue route through Annagassan and along the coast to Castlebellingham.

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A Bishop of Ossory

David Rothe (1573 – 1650) was “raised by the Pope to the dignity of Prothonotary Apostolic”.

A Feather in His Cap

I confuse Aubusson and Audubon. You will know the former is a village in central France famous for the production of rugs – a French Axminster, if you will.

Indian Territory

Forty years ago, in March 1983, I developed a mild obsession with Oklahoma that continued until I stopped working almost eight years ago.

Heavy Metal

  At lunch at the Polish Club yesterday we agreed on the advantages of urban living as we get on a bit.

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The Wreck

Brancaster is a lovely spot (the blue spot) on the Norfolk Riviera with salt marshes, plenty of birds dibbling and dabbling thereon, marvellous skyscapes (although we didn’t yet see the Northern Lights) and more.

An Italian Job

This is a still life you might see in any gallery or hanging in a well-appointed kitchen today – even on the cover of a cookery book.

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