Last night I was going to a funeral in Killaraght. That should not be a problem since it’s part of my own home parish. It turned out to be a bit of a problem though for two reasons ….
I was in Ballaghaderreen and decided to go through Frenchpark and head on to Killaraght Church that way. It was a cold and damp night and I hadn’t travelled that road before other than knowing the sign on the left of the Boyle road that says “Killaraght Church”. I followed the sign.
Last minute as ever I came to a fork in the road and took the road to the left. I drove for quite a distance down a narrowish enough road and wondered all the while if I’d made the right decision. The closed gate in front of me – a gate into an open field, let me know the answer, I hadn’t! Panic ensued! I wondered if I’d be able to turn and knew that it was too long to reverse. I got out of the car, tested the ground and it was soft enough. Panic took a firm grip …. a short prayer, remembering that my car is front wheel drive I was anxious to keep those two wheels at least on firm ground. A few twists and turns later, thanks be to God, I was on the road again.
There’s no doubt about it, we should make time to notice “the signs”!!
I arrived at Killaraght Church on the stroke of 8pm. Relieved that I made it on time but my sense of stupidity remained – I was exactly twenty-four hours early!!