Thanks as ever to Headstuff for publishing my personal journey to pro-choice campaigning. The sense of community and commonality that came after the referendum will stay with me, I think, forever.
May is my favourite month. The days stretch out improbably and the skies clear and you can just believe that perhaps the sun might shine for the whole summer long. It’s all promise and opportunity, and if it rains you can still call it spring and cling to the possibility of a real summer to come. Lucy and I cycle along the canal from Rialto to Clondalkin, trying not to inhale the low clouds of midges hanging on the water. We squeeze through kissing gates erected to prevent quad bikes from tearing up and down the tow paths, elder flower dusting the air and swans huddling clannishly against early evening drinkers. This strange environment hums with insects and immense factories, for Dublin 12 is an industrial zone made up of motorways, housing estates, and retail parks.