Bridget J. Daly


‘You’ve let yourself go.’ ‘What happened to ‘in sickness and in health?’’ I muttered.  ‘It didn’t say ‘in sloppiness and in trim.’’ he replied.  I headed high. Not just conquering the summits but demolishing all my demons at once, mountains, heights, planes, and facing the ultimate vertiginous test. Gliding, without looking back, I was a …

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The old holm oak stood firm, arms akimbo, daring the wind to topple it, Lear-like on the wild moorland above the cliffs. Others, spaced out on either side, cringed away from the relentless gale, all twisted limbs, trying to protect themselves from the onslaught. Some faced out bravely, branches rubbing together like chattering teeth, bending …

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