Piecing together who they are is a life’s work

VICTOR Stevenson looks and sounds like your average middle-aged, middle-class Northerner.

Courteous. Efficient. Neatly creased trousers.

Then suddenly he crumples and becomes again the little boy who clung on to a stranger’s legs in a Gospel Hall because some instinct told him to get out of the notorious Co Wicklow orphanage, Westbank.