Of myth and reality.   If you have read my write up of putting Boomers bike on the roof at the Paddock you will already have seen how a story can take on a life of its own in 30 years or so.   This tale came to my part of the family around 70 years ago, but originates another 30 years before that.   It was only after noticing a discrepancy in an old photo that I did a little research and found out that the story as told was not entirely true.   This is a great pity, because in my humble opinion, the myth is a far better story than the reality, but read on and make up your own mind. First lots of background info I’m afraid. This story comes from my Mum’s side of our family, (which you may remember comes from Co. Sligo), and became real for me through a little gold watch that lay in her jewellery box.   I was fascinated by it as a child because the back of the case hinged open to reveal the intricate mechanism ticking as its cogs slowly turned. ...