For years, when her husband was away on tour with The Chieftains, Rita Moloney had breakfast in the garden of their home in Dublin every morning. “I haven’t been able to eat out here since Paddy died,” she says, walking in the autumn sunshine of her garden in Blackrock.

hen he was home, breakfast was a ritual as much in the house as in their 60-year love affair. Whoever got up first would make a pot of green tea and bring it up to the other in bed.

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