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Róisín Ingle: Dublin’s bike revolution isn’t a cyclist-vs-motorist battle

Róisín Ingle: Dublin’s bike revolution isn’t a cyclist-vs-motorist battle

Bicycles – or ‘Freedom Machines’ – are having an excellent pandemic. I stand and rejoice A trial run of a new Cycle Bus set up…

Wednesday, Sep 16

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Bicycles – or ‘Freedom Machines’ – are having an excellent pandemic. I stand and rejoice

A trial run of a new Cycle Bus set up by parents and children as Dublin City Council supports initiative to make school gates safe, at Greenlanes National School, Clontarf, Dublin. Photograph: Dara Mac Dónaill Four women friends came over to the house for a Persian-inspired feast of lamb cooked low for five hours. The gathering, to celebrate a birthday, had already been cancelled once for Covid- related reasons.

One of the women had been in contact with a small child who was getting tested and until the test came back she had to self-isolate. It turned out, as we knew it would, that the child had a very ordinary, humdrum cold, the kind that’s been doing the rounds as the weather makes up its mind between Indian summer and cardigan-wearing autumn.

On the morning of the lunch, I made deep incisions in a lamb shoulder and massaged it gently with a buttery spice mix. Later, I chopped and mixed salads and sides and laid the table outside in the weary-looking yarden. The last of the purple flowers had fallen from the agapanthus; a late-blooming begonia, deep pink with a yellow centre, was valiantly peeking out between drooping gladioli.

(Begonias and gladioli and agapanthus. Would you listen to me? I could not have picked these flowers out of a line-up in the olden days.) The children go to school and home again, back to school under […]

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