Who's got a Joan of Arc complex? It was a brilliant day! At least 100,000 showed up for the anti-water charges, anti-austerity march in Dublin City organised by the Right2Water. That's me stepping out in front of family members - niece, sister and two brothers-in-law - aided by a walking pole for my post-Camino knees. Luckily the protest moved slowly as I'm still in no shape for a fast pace. Both quays along the Liffey were packed full as groups walked from Heuston Station on one end and Tara Station on the other to converge on O'Connell Street. The winds of change are blowing in Ireland. A lot of Irish flags and "we want our country back" and "the banks got bailed out, we got sold out" messages. Yes, our young are emigrating en masse and our middle classes are being impoverished but at last we are starting to object to the mass mismanagement of our nation.
I was born in Ireland and grew up in Toronto, Canada with my seven sisters and two brothers. Left home at seventeen to live in a commune, then headed off across Canada with my pal, Carole, and we hitch-hiked around California for months, then back up to Vancouver(Van as we called it then) and across Canada with two more pals, Linda and Peggy. A year later, headed off to Malaysia and Borneo with Jeunesse Canada Monde/Canada World Youth for a year. Baik-lah! Back home, went to Trinity College at the University of Toronto (posh blokes) while also joining the Canadian Naval Reserve as an Officer Cadet. Trained on the east and west coasts of Canada every summer. Great fun. Then what? Hmm. Started to write books, dodgy personal life (that's personal but let's just say it's been a long time between drinks) started to wander around the world, had a darling daughter, settled down in Ireland, wrote more books.