TGDR Friday
Awaken from a broken sleep, its and starts. No toothbrush. All that rushing around between countries yesterday did that. A long uneventful flight.
The utter silence of an early morning in an Irish country mansion outside Dublin. View of venerable trees in the park outside, they may be over two hundred and fifty years old. The room is a workroom, tidy and clean.
Outside the window a huge, three colored cat strolls through the emerald-coloured grass. It is a monster cat. It reminds of the cat in Landshut, now no more than a small kitten.
Tidy up the suitcase. Cannot find the promised shower, but it is only six in the morning, and will not start searching in a sleeping house.
And put on day clothes, it is the day of the exhibition in Bainbridge today.
Go down to the enormous central entrance hall of the house, with its stucco ceilings and grand staircase. Some unfortunate elks antlers are on the wall over the entrance,and artworks of beauty and considerable value hanging everywhere. A grand room with an enormous staircase on the one side and a door on the other. The light coming in through the window is reflected of a part blue sky and filtered by the trees in the park outside to a pale cyan colour. In the other direction there is the light from the sun risen over Dublin, Dublin Bay, and Howth.
It will be a loverly day
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