Cepar

Spent most of the day wandering around the Cupar side of the wall. The estate is much bigger than the estate on the Falls side, more barren. There was a strong wind blowing and the sky held to its staunch greyscale so the sense of bleakness was tangible. And the recording was difficult. Spoke to a woman in a shop selling union jacks and drumsticks, parade stuff. she talked about the parades as a means of remembering, as a way of celebrating, of keeping a voice above the din. Spoke to a Mrs. Taylor, must be into her eighties, and her sense of the troubles almost identical to some stories I heard on the other side - before the walls there was an understanding, but that is gone now, and i hope the walls will stay because they keep us safe. She had a pinning for the past, its simplicity - "we had no money then but we were happy" - but also a resolve, knowing that life is about living, and in that she will keep right on.