• Trip Down (Not Great) Memory Lane

    4 years ago - By Urban Sketchers

    [by Róisín Curé] Thirty five years ago, I spent far too many cold winter nights standing at the Clocktower in the village of Enniskerry, Co. Wicklow, waiting for a lift home. There was a payphone in the foyer of the Powerscourt Arms Hotel, and if I had change for it, I could make a call home to ask for a lift. But a lift was often unforthcoming. Perhaps a sibling didn't feel like coming, or my parents weren't available, or not immediately. Rather than wait alone in the deserted village, I would walk those three dark miles home. We're talking the Wicklow Mountains, and that means lots of...
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