Two Years in New Ireland – Or How I Missed the Start of the Thatcher Era…
Following on from my previous post – here is how I came to be in New Ireland, and some of my experiences there. I was studying civil engineering and unadventurously living at home, having gone to an all boys’ schools and swopped that for a class full of guys at Queens. A likely 40 year engineering career in the DOE (Dept of Everything) beckoned. In the summer before my final year, I met a Fr Austin Healy, home on …