“Holding the keys to the Kingdom in my deserted watery bolthole”

During April we lost our internet for nine days. On such things are battles lost or won.

I wouldn't have minded the break from wi-fi, but it was such a bad time, an unsettling week of ferrying my two sons around during what should have been lockdown for us all. Initially I took them up the hill, to where we could get mobile reception in the car for their various lectures and important exams. Then that wasn't enough, so into town, parked under the mast to get 4G for an oral exam.

After two days we organised a place in town for them to go. I took them in and out of Killorglin and up and down the hill depending on their requirements. As soon as ….

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