
Posted by Mischa

olm one day in Eason’s in Newbridge went straight to the travel section and browsed travel books for New York. And then there was this poster he acquired one Saturday afternoon in HMV. It was a treasured buy, that when eventually revealed on the wall of his bedroom showed the “Statue Of Liberty” the obvious symbols for the often dreamed of “New World” in all her glory. Magazines, books, posters and cards kept appearing. Yet such a trip seemed out of reach as Colm’s and his family’s financial resources are limited and the support he would need would mean at least two people travelling.
It was in a time long gone by when knights were still courteous and maids were still virtuous, in a far corner of Eireann where the man drank stout out of bottles by the name of Arthur Guinness and had their hair in wild strands. It was in these strange lands that a boy appeared. He had come out of the nebulous wars where he had fought barbaric battles with the Angle Saxons and he came with tales of woe that could grow bigger by the minute. And he had a deep love of all creatures weird and wonderful . And he brought his gifts to a place called Grangebeg where he served as an apprentice squire and had to work very hard. And while he courted the ladies dug the grounds and fed the swine his days in this place on a hill soon came to an end and he was sent to travel the road to a pace called Cill Cullin.