Brandon Sullivan ✒ When the Icelandic volcano went off in 2010 and flights out of Belfast were cancelled, I was put up for a few days in a hotel in Antrim town, until I could get a ferry back to Scotland. The ferry was understandably very busy, and I was lucky to get a seat at a table, sitting beside two women, I’d guess in their late 60s or early 70s. One of them was a widow, and described how
Published on February 12, 2022 01:00