Our Lady's Island in the heart of County Wexford had, like Knock, always attracted its share of Christian pilgrims. It was a somewhat remote spot, quite close to the ferryport in Rosslare, but off the beaten path.
Madge skipped her way along the country roads as she made her way home from school. She'd always been entranced by this place, by the quiet solitude, the still nature, the placid water of the lake, the call of the wild birds, terns mostly, and by the air of sanctity surrounding the whole parish. She had been born here; she knew of no other life.
She could name all the birds that frequented this neck of the woods: the tern of course, the redshank, the oystercatcher, the black-tailed Godwit, the curlew and the knot.
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SpiritualThree Irish children are subjected to ridicule after they witness an apparition.
