Mo Laethanta Saoire: Victoria Kennefick on Divine Rapture and living next door to Brando
Victoria Kennefick, and right, Marlon Brando and Johnny Depp in Ballycotton for Divine Rapture.
Summer holidays as a child were honey coloured, the days long and light. I don’t remember it ever raining, and if it did it was exciting and strange to swim in the sea while drops fell, quivering on my eyelashes and dimpling the water. The constant, rhythmic flow of the waves was so soothing, relaxing before I even knew what that word meant.
There were no cars on the roads then, they were ours entirely. The sound of the lark, which I hear so rarely now, was high and clear in Ballynamona Beach. It’s sweet song the soundtrack to all those blissful, sand coated, ice-cream flavoured summers that I am sure I’ve misremembered, but it doesn’t matter. And of course, there was one summer, there always is, that burns itself into one’s subconscious brain, the neurons repeating the story to themselves over and over, because one summer something rather extraordinary happened in our small patch of coastline in East Cork.
