Cold, Ever So Cold.
Whenever i was on Finny Pass at night, i couldn't help but feeling a chill passing the cillin, the "children's graveyard" where they brought the unbaptised children. No name. No cross. No ceremony. They say Loch Na Fooey is so cold, it doesn't return the dead. But it can't be as cold as a night when someone has to bury his own child.Holger Mischke, from