sidewalk luxury.

 Leave the white house in the park, take the granite stairs down to the gravel area in front of the building. See that there is a black car approaching, a modern Jaguar. It sistops fifty feet down the driveway, still on the tarred part. The driver stares out of the window with large round eyes, a dismayed expression on his face. Then the car moves on and passes by, the driver now staring ahead.

That is the second brother, the one who has the problem. He is angry, he vents his anger on the youngest brother and has joined forces with the second. This eldest brother is the unspeakable one, the one that moved out of his area of control.

This sounds unreasonable, it is unreasonable, and reasoning has never been a frequent cause for rage. Walk on down the driveway, and go out by the side gate to the grounds of the white park house. Stocking Lane is wide, but there are no footpaths. Take care to avoid the motor vehicles. This situation worsens on the mount Venus road, all corners and hedges. The long road up to Cruagh wood is dangerous too, and the road up Glencullen has no verges either. The elation sets in just before Glencullen village, so slow down, knowing well that after this short high exhaustion will set in. Down Bridge road and past the steep Devils Elbow, and then over the hill to Enniskerry. By this time it is dark and spend time moving well to the side of the road to avoid being knocked down.

Enniskerry is lit up for Christmas. It has sidewalks, and this is luxury, after sixteen kilometres walking without them.