But she didn't throw the blade and we were safe again. Breathe out.
The muzzle is released and Herlihy moves towards us descending the step, the band-saw safely over her shoulder. She squats at the bottom of the steps and introduces the dolls as her mother, her mothers mother, her mothers mothers mother, her mothers mothers mothers mother....her mothers mothers mothers, mothers mothers mothers mothers mothers mothers mothers mother.
We are at the back of the Walled City Brewery on Ebrington Square. Before now soldiers drilled and fortified here. Today there is a gallery, a creative business Hub, a café and a gastro pub. The public wander around taking snaps of the view over the Peace Bridge. Times change, things move on, but some things we need to carry with us, some things need to be remembered, given time to, considered and cared for. We have the opportunity to choose our direction of progress, to chose what we take forward and how.