I had the pleasure to be at one of the festivals on Sao Miguel, Culto do Divino Espírito Santo, or Cult of the Empire of the Holy Spirit, that was in a small town called Relva which is just to the West of the airport.

I have done work in the past few years for the NHS, who offer their staff a day out in Todmorden to ease their stress and, at the same time, guide them in a few areas to do with work. At the same time, they get to eat nice Thai food, plus hang out in a gorgeous town in the Calder Valley for a day, which to be honest would be what I would prefer over a day at the NHS in the current climate.

I remember visiting the font where my father was baptised in Dublin, not far form the Guinness brewery. The small alcove where he would have waved his arms and legs and wailed his fresh lungs was my first bookend of his life, a life that started in a local tenement, the passion of poverty, the frailty of humans, moving within the wild waves of other people’s wishes.