Leave the white house at twelve and after goodbyes to the brother take the road up to the Killakee parking place on the road to Enniskerry. The walk up to Killakee is faster than it was in any memory, it is a walk that was never before taken. It is only three kilometres, and it is fast. The Irish fondness for mobile 'phones makes itself felt, and a call comes organising a meeting in three hours, in Enniskerry.
Enniskerry is over the hill called the featherbed, Joyce referred to it as the Featherbed Mountain.
Between Killakee and Glencree there is a cloudburst of snow, the stuff driven in nearly horizontal. tWalk on, do not turn, for that way, only the back gets wet and the front remains dry. At Enniskerry leave the Military road and go down by the german soldier's cemetary and proceed on all the way past the fancy houses to Enniskerry.
There is a strange meeting there, and see the brilliant pictures made by what had been a young student thirty years ago. Two books as a present for what had been his tutor.
A touching recognition.
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