After a glimpse of the eerie last remains of the old Scout Hall, we proceeded over to the town's steep north side, which was where my decent back to childhood began. Under the cover of darkness it was like stepping into an alien world. I felt like James Mason in 'Journey to the Centre of the Earth', looking on in wonder at the unusual street designs, which seem to defy all conventional engineering as if they were conceived within the mind my an obscure artist. Memories of swinging on a front gate and attending wood-chopping competitions with my dad behind the Rossmore Hotel were conjured up by our guide's flair for local history.
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