Vignette

Driving with the Mammy to Newbridge in bright May sunshine.
We pass Father Benson our old Parish Priest strolling along the verge.
His face is red with the exertions of his walk. He looks like a character from Charles Dickens.
I mean one of the good natured ones.
He waves cheerily.
We wave back.
"Is he mad or what?" sez my venerable parent. "Walking everywhere like that. They think if they walk everywhere they'll live forever."
Truly she is the most pass remarkable old age pensioner I've ever met.