by Sedgewick Harris | Jan 25, 2024 | Sedgewick Harris
CHAPTER THREE A young girl came in with a tray laden with a variety of cakes and sandwiches and placed them on the table. ‘Thank you, Peggy, I will look after this, you may go home now. I will see you in the morning.’ When Peggy closed the door behind her, Hilda said,...
by Sedgewick Harris | Jan 16, 2024 | Sedgewick Harris
CHAPTER TWO It was mid-morning when we headed off in the direction of Clifden. From there we took the road to Letterfrack, skirted round Ballinakill Bay and arrived in the district of Derryinver. ‘What do you think of that, Harris ‒ journey’s end without a hitch?’...
by Sedgewick Harris | Jan 12, 2024 | Sedgewick Harris
It was the summer of 1954 when the letter addressed to Harris arrived one morning along with my copy of National Geographic. It was not uncommon for him to receive a letter but I sensed by the manner in which he examined the envelope that this particular missive might...
by Sedgewick Harris | Jun 16, 2022 | Sedgewick Harris
Through the small kitchen window, the one to the right of the cottage front door, that looks out towards the distant Twelve Pin Mountains and gives the view of lnishdawros, I observed with curiosity the well-dressed, middle-aged man struggle in his efforts to exit...
by Sedgewick Harris | Jun 16, 2022 | Sedgewick Harris
It was raining heavily and the young boy standing at the front door was enveloped in a cape that was at least two sizes too big for him, but it served its purpose and kept him dry. On his head was a postman’s cap which he must have borrowed for the occasion. His...
by Sedgewick Harris | Mar 24, 2020 | Sedgewick Harris
I had taken to walking to the village of Mannane on my own. It was not by choice but, rather, because of the difficult circumstances that prevailed between myself and Harris. There had been a few demanding days when he’d watched for the postman or Inspector Hennessy’s...
