Patrick Scott: Down the lane and always in our hearts
I KNEW Pat Scott all my life, as he was one of my parents’ closest friends. We were fellow lane dwellers in mews houses close to the city centre in Dublin: we lived in a house designed by my father in St Mary’s Lane, and Pat in a converted coach house in Baggot Lane, where he remained until his death last month. The ‘Pats’ — Pat Scott and his partner Pat McLarnon — were at the centre of my parents’ core crew.
Pat Scott was frequently in and out of our house. He was very tall and gentle in his leather and sheepskin flying jacket, often with a faint smell of cat pee as he had so many cats. Including, of course, Miss Mouse, made famous by her portrait. Pat’s cat Markey (short for the Marquis de Baggot) comforted him recently when he was sick. Pat adored him.
