Black Gate
“Half way out the laneway from my house there is an entrance to a field which we always refer to as the Black Gate even though I can never remember it being black!”
An Geata Dubh
“Leathslí amach an chosán óm’ thighse, tá slí isteach go páirc ar a dtugaimís an Geata Dubh riamh air, cé nach bhfuil aon chuimhne agam ar an ngeata ann a bheith dubh.”
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