An spaisteoir

This is pure nostalgia. A look back at the Dublin of my childhood.

I have written, here for instance, of my frequent trips into the city centre during the 1960s. It is probably unthinkable now for a child of 11 or 12 to be allowed travel alone by public transport into our capital city, let alone gad about in shops and cinemas for the afternoon.

Although I took it for granted at the time the freedom this afforded was exhilirating.

I've been here and I've been there.

I've sought the rainbow's end,

But no crock of gold I've found.

Now I know that, come what will,

Whatever fate may send,

Here my roots are deep in friendly ground.

Happy Christmas.

Back in 2022.