Sunday, February 22, 2004
I was in the farmers’ market in Meeting House Square when all the sirens started hollering, and police cars and fire engines came down through Temple Bar.
‘Weird, I wonder what’s happened’, was the most interested I could get. Then we crossed the Liffey at the Millennium Bridge and I heard a grey-haired Guard say there’d been a ‘bad crash’ down below by the Clarence.
Now we know how bad it was – and we’re all shivering a little tonight in Hurdleford Town and it’s not just the cold crisp air.