“Dear Editor,
I recall an experience from last summer, when I travelled a great distance across the country, arriving at a secluded public house by one of Mayo’s scenic lakes.
Envision my dismay upon discovering they did not accept card payments for the much-desired beverage I was so desperately in need of. Try as I might to persuade them, reminding them of my visit two years prior and my acquaintance with the proprietor, my pleas were to no avail as the owner was unreachable by phone. It seemed my only options would be to detour for an hour to find a cash machine or settle for a humble glass of water.
Out of the blue, a generous offer came from an individual sat a few stools away, “I’ll get this round!” said the gentleman, instantly brightening up my situation. He quietly slid a €50 note across the bar towards me, insisting I pay him back at my convenience.
Naturally, it led to a splendid evening, one that was not isolated in its joy, as the subsequent night was equally enjoyable. – Kind regards,
Tales of U2’s Larry Mullen jnr struggling to settle in his renovated Howth property do bring a smile.
The Musical Atlas of Ireland by Creedon seems a snug comfort television programme, showcasing exciting Irish talent with incredible admiration.
Memories of my time exploring Normandy, a place marked by generations of history from the story-telling Bayeux Tapestry to the pivotal D-Day, remain fresh.
I can’t help but be baffled at my beau’s parents who, despite being generally friendly and loving, have a disconcerting tendency to voice prejudiced views.
Yours sincerely,
TERENCE METCALFE.
Devonshire,
Bermuda.”