Every day a sunny one in our memories (except in Bray)

Bray is a Victorian seaside town on the east coast of Ireland. My father was born and brought up there, and his parents ran a pharmacy on the Quinsboro Road just off Main Street. Dad ran his knitwear cooperative in a little building behind his parents’ house on the Herbert Road, and I had to walk from the train station to my grandparents’ house every day after school, to await my lift home. I hated Bray growing up – there was nothing really wrong with it, but it was the setting for all my teenage grievances, my constant social embarrassments, my failures to impress. Now it is a town full […]