Bring back the Fifties
Sir -- Remember the Fifties? Think Frank McCourt and Angela's Ashes.
Grey, damp weather allied to clerical black. I was born back then in Belmullet hospital. Today that hospital has been reduced to a glorified first-aid station.
I grew up in Blacksod -- next parish, the Bronx. The village boasted three gardai, a customs officer, dwellings with four lighthouse families, a post office. The bus linked us with the outside world.