Sisters, for the love of God — tell us where the Bessborough babies are

It was a miserable day on Sunday in Cork. Rain teemed from a dark and unpleasant sky, the grass underneath turned to mud, there was no respite from the cold.

But still they came. The women, the young people, the elderly. People whose lives had been affected, in some cases destroyed, by Bessborough. They came for the sixth year in a row, to remember what happened there, to seek justice and peace, to ensure that nothing like this could happen again.