Lifted

A White Sussex rooster with white plumage, standing upright like a gentleman in a dark green waxed cotton jacket and a green-and-red striped knitted scarf at a farm gate in the west of Ireland at dusk, soft rain falling, dry-stone walls and green fields running to a cone-shaped mountain, small bonfires glowing on the distant hills

Green Above Red

Seventy-five years, more lost finals than anyone could bear to count, and a curse that nobody believed in out loud. He stands at the gate in the colours with the soft rain on his comb, watching the bonfires catch, one hill after another.

26 July 2026