Green and gold

PICTURE the scene: it’s a bright and airy Saturday morning;, and down the marina in Cork city, somewhere between the free-wheeling cyclists and the huff and puff of the joggers, skirting around the pram-pushers and the dog walkers, one figure is standing out from the crowd.

Thundering along with an awkward-looking gait, Olive Loughnane cuts a striking figure.

“There’s yer wan who does the funny walk.”