On this trip I am the very model of modern motoring granddad
Distant childhood memories lay behind the long road trip to Penzance, writes Dermot Gilleece
Having staunchly resisted all this sentimental slush about bucket lists, I eventually succumbed. It meant making one of the longest road trips of my life, to the extreme south-western tip of England.
The genesis of this piece of gentle lunacy had to do with my earliest childhood memory, back at the tail-end of World War II when I was growing up in Blackrock, Co Dublin. Images remain clear of myself as a child of four, holding my father's hand at the back of the auditorium in CBC Monkstown.
Having rejoined active service from the Army reserve, he was dressed in his captain's uniform. Meanwhile, the focus of our attention was the school's performance of The Pirates of Penzance in which my eldest brother, Colum, was playing the female lead of Mabel.