dark and then light

The night appears to have been spent stumbling down the steep wooden stairs to the lavatory, there is something wrong, maybe a chill from having spent a large part of yesterday sitting on a damp plank in a small boat, who knows. Sleep never made itself aware until the seaside melody sounded at five. This was being awakened from a sound sleep, this was painful. Throw the clothes on as had been planned the evening before and down the stairs again, taking the bedclothes down too.

That was that, it is all done now, the holiday on the west coast of Ireland is over. There is nothing left but pictures, as the landrover rolls on through the dark. The dark is broken by the bright lights that the locals place on the gables of their houses. The drive in the dark continues, through An Spideal and on through the outskirts of Galway, and from there on to the first stop for a cup of coffee.

Later in a day, a visit to a nursery for trees, bitterly cold but all the plants beautifully asleep in the enchanted light of the enormous greenhouses.