‘Come on Janey Ag, we’ll miss the first race’. Grandpa paced the hall. Janey Ag appeared and off they went to Leopardstown races in Grandpa’s beautiful old XJ6. It had fitted suitcases in the boot and a cocktail cabinet made from walnut in the back. Us kids with Mum driving in… read more →
Every summer we drove to Stranraer, boated to Larne and drove down to Dundrum to Granny and Grandpa’s. Granny used to order a crate of milk every day when the Scottish lot stayed. That’d really impress the milkman I remember thinking at the time… Summer meant fruit, playing poo sticks, horse riding… read more →