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What £1 Bought in Ireland in 1968 — Hard to Imagine Today The wooden door opens slowly and lets the cold morning air inside. The space is small, lit by simple bulbs and by the light coming through the shop window. The counter carries marks of long use, polished by hands that pass over it every day. A quiet bell signals that someone has entered. The shopkeeper looks up, recognises the face, and gives a short nod. From the pocket of a heavy coat, a few coins and a carefully folded note are taken out. They are counted calmly in the palm of the hand before moving towards the counter. No one rushes. The gesture is ordinary, repeated, almost automatic. We are in Ireland, in 1968. Towns and villages follow a predictable routine, shaped by familiar hours and frequent encounters. Daily shopping still happens in nearby shops, where people walk rather than travel far, and conversations are brief. There is no need for careful planning. Everyday life is organised through simple habits, learned more by doing than by explaining. Life moves at a pace that allows faces to be recognised and gestures to be anticipated. In that setting, £1 is part of the routine. It moves between pockets, counters, and tills without ceremony. It is not treated as something special, nor does it require long decisions. It is a familiar amount, used to meet small needs without interrupting the flow of the day. After use, the note is folded again and returned to the pocket, along with a few coins in change. What could £1 settle early in the morning? A simple cup of tea and bread. The cup is placed on the table, steam rising slowly, and the bread is broken by hand. The day begins without haste.