About the book
A House Built Sideways
The locket arrived in the committee room inside a cake tin that had once belonged to somebody’s grandmother, which meant, in Ardglass Junction, that no one touched it without first complimenting the tin. It was blue enamel, chipped along the rim, lined with greaseproof paper, and placed with theatrical care in the exact centre of the trestle table beneath the newly framed photograph of the restored station.