I went down to my local cobbler this morning with shoes for soling, but he wasn't there.
The place was locked up and the notice below was displayed on the door. Sad story.
Michael Yeates was a native of Clontarf and had been in the cobbling business for 70 years, 50 of them in these premises, in Churchgate Avenue, at the bottom of Vernon Avenue. Michael was 87 last year.
I had many conversations with Michael over the last 30 years. My own great-grandfather was a cobbler in James's Street, but way before Michael's time.
Michael used to cycle from his present home in Drumcondra to his lock-up premises in Clontarf every working day. He was a cheerful, if resigned, man whose work was as much an opportunity for a chat as it was a source of income. He took great pride in his work.
He has now been driven out. A victim of "progress", a mews, no less.
You can hear him in Natalia McCarthy's radio documentary, when he was still fighting his threatened eviction. Clearly he lost.
I was down in Churchgate Avenue the other day and was surprised to see no sign of development and Michael's shoemaker's looking just like the day he left it.
Except his farewell note is unsurprisingly no longer there.
How cruel.
I wondered what had become of him.
I had an email from Michael's granddaughter Avryl today to say that Michael passed away yesterday.
My sympathy to Avryl and to Michael's family.
He was a lovely man.