The out of kilter world of Father Brennan.

A toast to good friends.

Posted on September 28, 2016

September is an odd month. Children return to school, and the sun shines as though it smirks at those greaybeards of long ago who decided May, June and July are the summer months. Fly hatches in the rivers dwindle. Trout, so active these past months, settle in quieter water till spawning season comes around.

Whats that got to do with friends? Absolutely nothing.

Father Brennan is pissed, and pissed off – the page for Friends of the Father is sparse, and as colourful as a fake salmon or trout.  “Otter,” he said. “Get it sorted ya furry gobshite.”

Why me?

On a positive note, the first donation from In the Shadow of the Judas Tree has found its way to the charity One in Four.

I best get to work.

Otter Sept 2016