Michael Clifford: We will get over this mountain peak

One evening during the week, en route to walk the dog, I encountered a knot of sullen youths near the park.

There were five of them standing on the street in what looked like a conspiratorial huddle. On other occasions, if paying them any attention at all, I might have wondered what they were up to, whether they were planning mischief as sullen youths habitually will.