Padraig was by the statues near the Church. He often thought he couldn’t move as quickly as he used to, but he willed himself to walk a little further than normal tonight without stopping to sit on one of the few benches dotted along the path. He’d had two knee replacements in the better times - maybe a decade ago now? - and that was all the help he was ever going to get. Using a stick would just make him weaker in the long run; better to keep strong and keep independent for as long as possib...