I watched this film recently with my daughter, who although Irish in many ways, has never actually lived there, unlike her mother.

For me, watching this film forced me to consider how little I knew about my homeland as I grew up there. Perhaps I did sense something, subconsciously, as I escaped at the first opportunity.

For my daughter, watching the story of the Magdalene girls filled her with horror and disbelief.

Timely viewing as it happens, given Enda Kenny’s apology this week to all those who suffered from such incarceration and cruelty.

The last Magdalene convent closed in the 1990s.
Which isn’t such a long time ago…