I went down to Enfield train station yesterday for the first time since I was a child.
I remember playing football in the station yard and being down in the signal cabin with Jim McDonnell who was a good friend of my grandfather.
Jim was a staunch Kildare GAA supporter and seemed to derive a great deal of pleasure when I got on the Kildare minor team and he and my grandfather headed off to watch my first game in the championship against Carlow.
The signal cabin appears to be closed up now and is unused. Changing tracks and watching for trains is, I presume, done by some type of technology now.
But I can remember Jim and my grandfather and other men from around Enfield playing cards in that cabin.
Yesterday at lunchtime, I only saw their ghosts.