After having written this yesterday, the system failed to save it because of a failure in the communications systems for mobile 'phones in Leitir Mor, near Galway. Suddenly, the machine would no longer communicate with the world at large, the horizon of information was reduced to the view of the sea, the hills across the bay, the islands and the sound of the wind in the chimney.
Yesterday was a day spent visiting, the brother introduced me to a couple of elderly architects who spoke of their achievements and worries. They were critical, and spoke of injustices. It is their way to be happy, maybe.
The day was spent that way, from a short time at a beach to a meal of fish and chips at a lonely stand in a village right in the middle of the Irish speaking area. It was all very beautiful. And the fish was fresh, and the chips well fried.
The day finished with a boat trip using a boat with a faulty motor. The motor failed half way to the island, and the sea started to leak into the boat through some badly caulked seams. It was rather frightening. The brother fiddled with the outboard engine, and it started again. There was a lrge white bucket in the boat, this was used to bail out the water, to return it to the sea where it belonged.
The island reached, the boat tied up, a small walk was undertaken. There was a family at the old schoolhouse, they lived there. The wife of the house had been to school in the building, this was before it had been turned into a holiday home. They spoke of having been at the garden show the day before, and were happy to welcome the brother, remembering his prize winning garden well.
The return journey was frightening, the motor on the boat failed again, and with much difficulty the boat was moored in the harbour.
Then, later on, there was the communication failure.
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