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.
Time was ticking and I doubted if I’d make the church in time but kept going. It was then I noticed the sign that I’d missed on the way in ….
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!!
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V. Kitty hasn’t stopped laughing, we’ve been down that same road, and recognise “That Gate” !!………….God Bless .K&R
Great story, hope all is well. Siobhan x
Check your map!!1, You were still in Monasteraden or that part of it on the far end of the upper lake, long abandoned by us on the bigger island.
Enjoyed this story as i do all of your stories and songs