Kildare Village in the Sunshine

We pulled up in front of the shopping centre, just off the motorway.  Its buildings, white and impressive, reminded me of a large club house, where cricket or golf is played.  The buildings stretch out. As you walk towards the shops, mostly designer, with a few coffee shops like Starbucks, you can rest for a while on the benches here and there.  It has a fountain in the centre, like the Trevi Fountain in Rome, where people toss in coins.  My granddaughter, Aoibh, threw a few.  They made a splash when they hit the surface before sinking to the bottom.   Then she made a wish.

It was a weekday so not very busy, though some people sat outside coffee shops in the sunshine, looking very relaxed.  My daughter was there to buy sandles in Clairks, for her young three year old.  They are cheaper than the regular Clarks shops in town.  She also bought a tan handbag at the same shop.  I bought a jumper in Hobbs.  Was only going to window-shop, but couldn’t resist a bargain.  We walked from shop to shop thinking how you could spend a fortune if you had it. It’s a small enough area but everything is within easy distance.

Afterwards, we went for a coffee and then to the playground to let Aoibh have a little freedom.  While there, I took my young grandson Eoin for walk in his buggy along the wooden walk-way that stretches out away from the shopping village, but with the playground still in sight.  Rolling grasslands spread out to the left, and more to the right where shrubs had been planted along the perimeter of the walkway.   Some areas still had to be finished.  Across to the left was an old ruin and in the distance a square building of a school could be seen.  It must have been lunchtime, just after noon, as the sound of laughter and shrieks carried on the wind.  You couldn’t see them, but they seem to be having a lot of fun as their voices gave an atmosphere of moving here and there, up and down.  What a joyful sound, familiar, as you would hear passing any playground on a summer’s day.  A church spire could be seen far into the distance.  In the forefront was a statue of a lady, her face lifted towards the sky with her hands behind her back.  She stood on a large globe of the world, copper maybe, green markings.  Her stance seemed perfect on the day that was in it, facing towards the warm sun.  You could almost feel the heat on her features.  A clock peered through, part of the main buildings, stretching upwards, taking pride of place.  I came back and sat on one of the benches, while my daughter waited for Aoibh to venture down the slide.

As the sun warmed my face and I waited with my grandson, along with other people and small children, I thought how much I wouldn’t usually notice around me.  Today I did.

Josephine Nolan

Weeks to the Wedding

Jean got off the 145 bus in Main Street, Bray, and crossed the road to Holland’s Bar. The wind had swept wisps of her long blond hair across her eyes. She raised her hand to push them away.  Her feet felt like hot lead.  Jean, with her bridesmaid Amanda, had spent the morning in Dublin.  They had trekking from shop to shop in Grafton Street, then Henry Street, through the insane crowds.  The two girls were jaded.  They were best friends from their schooldays, but Amanda worked in Dublin all week so it was no novelty to be there today.

The ‘To Do’ list lay on the table.  Fancy bags lay at their feet, full of their purchases. The list was getting shorter.  One more trip into town should clear the rest.  They ordered sandwiches and coffees. It was only weeks to the wedding.  They were glad of the rest before the next bus to Wicklow. “I couldn’t face another trip into town Amanda” Jean said.  “We still have the dress fittings and rehearsal. Maybe I’ll get the last few things in Wicklow.  I’ve still a few flexi days to take”.

What was she getting herself stressed about?  Most things were in place, the church, the hotel for the reception.  The cars had been arranged. Her mother had ordered the cake and the flowers would be ready the day before the wedding. Julie was coming to the house to do makeup and hair.  Even her mother had been kitted out already. Her mother couldn’t wait to show off her pale blue ‘Ascot’ hat, as she called it. Jean had accompanied her to Galway a few months earlier and they found the perfect outfit in a boutique there.  Her father, a quiet man who liked to stay in the background, had been fitted out from head to toe weeks ago. She imagined walking down the aisle on his arm. She was their only child. How proud she would feel.

She thought of Jack, her tall and handsome husband to be.  Jack, and Martin, his Best Man, had their grey suits and the rest of their attire ready and waiting.  All they needed was haircuts.  The rings were in a safe place for the day. The honeymoon was booked for Nerja, a romantic coastal town in the south of Spain.

Amanda gave a sigh. Then said “What if he didn’t turn up? “What if it rains on the day?” It was the tiredness talking.  “Don’t be silly Jean”, Amanda said. “It will all be right on the day.  You’ll look gorgeous”. Deep down Jean knew it would.  She sipped her coffee.  “You and Jack are made for each other” Amanda reassured her.  “As my mother says, he doesn’t know he has you, whatever that means”.  They both laughed.  Jean said “say a prayer it will be a good day Amanda”, as she looked at her watch.  “We’d better get going, the Wicklow bus will be here soon”, she said, as they picked up all their belongings and headed in the direction of the door.